Skinned کے بول

I'll make a shoe horn outta your shin I'll make a lamp shade of durable skin And oh, don't you know I'm always feelin' able When I'm sittin home here carvin' out your navel I'm justa 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 OHhhh, 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 in the coffee table I'm just makin' em in the 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 cannot But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in Because I know I cannot But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in