I go hungry
Pick at the shell
Pop a bottle
Oh well
I’m with
My body
Like a bottle
Struggle for air
Like a woman
Like a prayer
I’m with
My body
I wear my body
Like a rotted peach
You can have it if
You can handle the stink
Like a rotted pig on the smoke
(?) A picture of me
Oh and my body
I go guzzled
Scrapped from the wind
Take it all
On the chin
I’m with
My body
Its like...
A crowd of strangers laughing with you in a neon den type club
The smiles fade into faces with teeth, the blue glow of the neon fades into accents of dark and there is flashes of clips of cheetahs and lions catching prey in between the den of teeth..
I go hungry
Pick at the shell
Paw the bottom
Of the well
I wear my body
I go bottom
Struggle for air
I go humming
'Like a prayer'
I wear my body
I wear my body like a rotted peach
You can have it if you handle the stink
I'm as open as a gutted pig
On the small of every back
You'll see a picture of me
Wearing my body
I go guzzle
Scrap from the bin
Take it all
On the chin
I wear my body