Skinned

I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin

I'll make a lampshade of durable skin

Oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' able

When I'm sittin' home and I'm carvin' out your naval

I'm just sittin' here carvin' out your navel

When will I realize that this skin I'm in

Hey, it isn't mine

And when will the kill be too much

meat for me to hide on

Hey, I could really use a couple of hands

To complete one hell of a plant stand

Oh, don't you know that I'm caught here in the middle

Making rib cages into coffee tables

I'm just makin' em into coffee tables

And when will I realize that this skin I'm in

Hey, it isn't mine

And when will the thrill be too much

meat for me to find anymore

Oh, because you know I can't hide

But oh how hard I try

But this is just the shape I'm in,

And though you know I can't hide

But oh how hard I try

But this is just the shape I'm in