I'll Make A Shoehorn Outta Your Skin
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

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 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