Rotten Yellow

	(The body of Christ…the body of Christ…the body of Christ…the body of Christ…the body of Christ…the body of Christ – Mommy they are coming...)
	Stench of solvent
	Covers stench of rot
	I didn't even recognize her
	Like a painting
	A masterpiece torn to pieces
	And set to flame
	Her own cells
	Turned on her
	Her skin
	Is yellow
	Like the wildflowers
	In July
	She asks me how she looks
	And I tell her
	That she's as lovely as the vultures
	As pretty as the larvae of the fly
	Pretty as the larvae of the fly

	The body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ Mommy they are coming...
	Stench of solvent
	Covers stench of rot
	I didn' t even recognize her
	Like a painting
	A masterpiece torn to pieces
	And set to flame
	Her own cells
	Turned on her
	Her skin
	Is yellow
	Like the wildflowers
	In July
	She asks me how she looks
	And I tell her
	That she' s as lovely as the vultures
	As pretty as the larvae of the fly
	Pretty as the larvae of the fly