I've got a chair attached to my ass for 13 hours every day   Add two more after and before, just getting there and away   Like thrown meat landing on a seat - just vegetating in decay   I'm squattified - too settled in, and melting into pear-shaped dismay      Shapes and textures etched into my back on few occasions whence I stand   Impressions of a cushion pressed into a lazy man   The furniture acts like a cookie-cutter - reforming me like wooden hands on flattened dough   Till I tear the glue of hair and sweat and go      The vinyl interlocked with dimples grips my body   Till I'm just a finished pile of human relic on a legged place-mat   I fall between the tensing cracks - I feel trapped on the tracks   I don't need feet - I'm levitated by the seat - yeah, I've got chair ass      Yeah, no, something gone wrong   Here, gone, too late, I'm done      My blood pools in my thighs   I bloat and swell cold till I rise   Numb I stand, arms in clammy palms, rubber bones give at the knee   Ankles thick but empty, couldn't hold the gelatin mold   Watch the cardhouse man fold      Yeah, no, something gone wrong   Here, gone, too late, I'm done   Yeah, no, gone, too late, I'm done   Yeah, no, gone, too late, I'm done