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 feeling able
When I'm sitting home and I'm carving out your navel?
I'm just a sitting here 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 making em into coffee tables
And 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?
Oh, because you know I can't hide but oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in
Although I know I can't hide but, oh, how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in, oh yeah, oh yeah
Written by: BRAD SMITH, CHRISTOPHER THORN, CHRISTOPHER JOHN THORN, GLEN GRAHAM, SHANNON HOON, THOMAS STEVENS, THOMAS ROGERS STEVENS
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