Skinned

I'll make a shoe horn outta your shin
I'll make a lamp shade of durable skin
And oh, don't you know I'm always feelin' able
When I'm sittin home here carvin' out your navel
I'm justa 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

OHhhh, 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 in the coffee table
I'm just makin' em in the 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?

Because you know I cannot
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in
Because I know I cannot
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in