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, 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
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