Bodies Made of

Bodies made of slugs and guts

Bodies made of slugs and guts

Rusted bench seats been stuck in ruts full of bodies

Made of slugs and guts

Sludged all the way through the mud to orate to some

Bodies made of slugs and guts

Mister's suit was stained like a sweatshop

I said, "It's my soul, I wanna keep it on the inside."

Bodies made of sparks and dust

Slumped and prone to the lore and lust

Christened, then soaked futile

Listless souls dampened the aisle of bodies made of slugs and guts

Spoke like a layman but resounded like tongues to the bodies made of

Slugs and guts

He spit when he spoke and sang like a wasp nest

I said, "It's my soul, I wanna keep it on the inside"