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