You know, to look 11 would be nice to see

A little woman like you walking around with a couple of hammers like that

That king was a pretty good fella, you know

I'll make a shoehorn out of your shin

I'll make a lampshade of durable skin

No, don't you know that I'm always feeling able

When I'm sitting home and I'm carving out your navel

Oh, I'm just 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 plan 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 them 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?

Because you know I can't hide with oh how hard I tried

But this is just the shape I'm in

Although I know I can't hide with oh how hard I tried

But this is just the shape I'm in

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah