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