My Body کے بول

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