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 that 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 cant hide,

But oh how hard i try,

But this is just the shape i'm in

Because i know i cant hide

But oh how hard i try,

But this is just the shape i'm in