Lyrics:

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
You see 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