Skinned Songtext
von Blind Melon

You know, to look 11 would be nice to see
A little woman like you walking around with a couple of hammers like that
That king was a pretty good fella, you know

I′ll make a shoehorn out of your shin
I'll make a lampshade of durable skin
No, don′t you know that I'm always feeling able
When I'm sitting home and I′m carving out your navel
Oh, I′m just 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 plan 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 them 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?

Because you know I can't hide with oh how hard I tried
But this is just the shape I′m in
Although I know I can′t hide with oh how hard I tried
But this is just the shape I'm in
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah