My body is the enemy
I don't feel the way I should
It always leads down an empty street
It brings me nothin' good
Oh my god, oh my god
My body is the enemy
I'm up to nothin' good
I'm drinkin' till I'm empty
And I'm pretty sure she would
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
My body is the enemy
It leads me when I'm just getting good
I'm tired of this empty street
Yeah I'm sleeping in a box of wood
Oh my god, oh my god