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
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