blind melon
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 feeling able When I'm sitting home and I'm carving out your navel? I'm just a 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 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 making 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?  Oh, because you know I can't hide but oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in Although I know I can't hide but, oh, how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in, oh yeah, oh yeah