Bumblefoot Chair Ass Lyrics

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

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