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