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 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

Oh yeah

And though you know I can't hide

But oh how hard I try

But this is just the shape I'm in