Skinned Lyrics - Soup - Blind Melon

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 carving out your navel? 

I'm just a sittin' 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 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?