Skinned

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 navelWhen 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 tablesAnd 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?