Vic Chesnutt - Styrofoam lyrics

Like the contents of a cooler My thorax is styrofoam I'm a cheap spent shell And a biohazard Grind me up then mail me away Maybe transmogrified I'll be satisfied That finally at long last i'm harmless It is simply so It's my chemical makeup I slough it off every 28 days So raise your hand And ask yourself a question But make it the powerful one And if you answer by rote And pap comes from your throat Just tidy up and think of me in pieces Yeah, the lousy poet in me can't lie no more And the warrior in me Has gone and died before And that hard, handsome olympian Was forced to retire So dig out the films And all those yellowed clippings Do them up then stash them for good Then raise your hand And ask yourself a question But make it the powerful one