Blind Melon - Skinned lyrics

I'll make a shoehorn outta your skin 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 When will I realize that this skin I'm in Hey, it isn't mine And when will the k** 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 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