Skinned

I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin I'll make a lampshade of durable skin And, oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' able When I'm sittin' home and I'm carving out your navel? I'm just a sittin' here carving 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, and 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 Although I know I can't hide but, oh, how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in, oh yeah, oh yeah