Shrug - Disposable Soul lyrics

Poor businessman up in space Remembered Armani but forgot his face Now he laughs, knows he can never replace The disposable soul in his hand Poor businessman, he phones his wife And says, "Honey, I'm sorry, I've signed over my life" Now she sits alone in late afternoon light With a disposable soul in her hand And love is in the air It's floating out of sight Don't you worry, it's up there somewhere Disposable souls travel light Poor businessman examines a shelf Of vicarious wonders, but never himself "Oh well," he says, "I've still got my health. My disposable soul's in my hand." Poor businessman reads Kerouac And he thinks of the youth he can never get back Now he has no choice but to trap and attack The disposable soul in his hand And love is in the air It's floating out of sight Don't you worry, it's up there somewhere Disposable souls travel light You can't waste your breath with the notion that d**h May be hovering outside your window Or choke on your robes or spraypaint violent strobes Of some hitherto uncharted rainbow In a room full of men we become what we are Like the melting pot princess our mother Yes, treason is red, but the reasoning's dead When disposable souls are uncovered