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 carving out your navel?

I'm just a sittin' here carving out your navelWhen 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 tablesAnd 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?