Ill make a shoehorn outta your skin Ill make a lampshade of durable skin And oh, dont you know that Im always feelin able When Im sittin home and Im carving out your navel When will I realize that this skin Im in Hey, it isnt 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 dont you know that Im caught here in the middle Making rib cages into coffee tables Im just makin em into coffee tables And when I realize that this skin Im in Hey, it isnt mine And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find anymore Oh, because you know I cant hide But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape Im in, oh yeah And though you know I cant hide But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape Im in
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 05:51:22 +0000
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