hang me up and put me on the wall, with glass eyes i'm sure i'd look alright 

cut me up and make me into shoes, at least i get to walk beyond these walls 

you can't make me feel, you can't make me feel when i'm dead 

take my milk and put it in my mouth, at least you get to taste what i'm about 

take my kida and never let them out, 'cos im no good except to feed your mouth 

you can't make me feel, you can't make me feel when i'm dead 

why won't you leave me here, i'm sure i'll be alright 

i wouldn't hurt anything, i know what isn't mine 

who could i be?