Из альбома: Soup
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 carvin'
out your naval
I'm just 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 on
Hey, I could really use a couple
of hands
To complete one hell of a plant stand
Oh, 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 will I realize that this skin
I'm in
Hey, itow hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in