skinned

Ill make a shoehorn outta your shin
Ill make a lampshade of durable skin
Oh, dont you know that Im always feelin able
When Im sittin home and Im carvin out your naval
Im just sittin here carvin out your navel
When will I realize that this skin Im in
Hey, it isnt 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, dont you know that Im caught here in the middle
Making rib cages into coffee tables
Im just makin em into coffee tables
And when will I realize that this skin Im in
Hey, it isnt mine
And when will the thrill be too much
meat for me to find anymore
Oh, because you know I cant hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape Im in,
And though you know I cant hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape Im in