Lyric 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, itow hard I try
But this is just the shape I m in