Skinned
Blind Melon Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Blind Melon's song "Skinned" describe someone essentially using the skin of another person as material for various DIY projects. The lyrics are disturbing and graphic, describing how the singer will make a shoehorn out of a Shin, a lampshade of durable skin, and will even carve out the other person's navel while sitting at home. The tone of the song is matter-of-fact and almost casual, as if the singer is discussing a normal activity.


As the song progresses, the singer begins to question the ownership of their own skin, wondering if it truly belongs to them. They also question when the thrill of using another person's skin for their own purposes will go too far, suggesting they may struggle with an addiction or urge to continue doing so.


Overall, "Skinned" is a disturbing and deeply unsettling song that challenges the listener's comfort and highlights the dangers of objectifying and dehumanizing others.


Line by Line Meaning

I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin
I will ruthlessly hurt you and use your bones as tools to inflict more wounds.


I'll make a lampshade of durable skin
I will use your skin to create something useful, even if it's from your corpse.


And, oh, don't you know that I'm always feeling able
I feel empowered when taking control of others, especially when taking their lives.


When I'm sitting home and I'm carving out your navel?
I am sick and disturbed enough to engage in violent fantasies while alone at home, like eviscerating someone.


When will I realize that this skin I'm in? Hey, it isn't mine
The singer is questioning his own identity and mental state, admitting that he may not be sane.


And when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide on?
The singer is wondering when he'll reach a level of depravity so extreme that he won't be able to cover it up anymore.


Hey, I could really use a couple of hands
The singer is suggesting he needs help in maintaining his escalating criminal behavior and desires.


To complete one hell of a plant stand
The singer mocks his own actions by comparing the twisted creation from his victim's remains to a simple household item like a plant stand.


Oh, and don't you know that I'm caught here in the middle
The singer is caught between his own violent compulsions and his need to hide them from society.


Making rib cages into coffee tables?
The singer confesses to using a victim's bones as part of his constructed household furniture.


And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find anymore?
The singer again acknowledges his desire for more extreme criminal acts and questions when it will become too much.


Oh, because you know I can't hide but oh how hard I try
The singer is struggling with his urges, and although he knows he can't hide it, he tries to overcome it.


But this is just the shape I'm in
The singer is trying to justify his actions as just being part of who he is, even if he knows it's not right.


Although I know I can't hide but, oh, how hard I try
The singer admits to his inability to hide his true self, no matter how hard he tries.


But this is just the shape I'm in, oh yeah, oh yeah
The singer concludes the song by repeating that his own nature, however twisted, is just who he is.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BRAD SMITH, CHRISTOPHER THORN, CHRISTOPHER JOHN THORN, GLEN GRAHAM, SHANNON HOON, THOMAS STEVENS, THOMAS ROGERS STEVENS

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@lillytorres3271

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 3]
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



@badbert6896

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



@tidbit9224

"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"



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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



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@shannonhood7712

No one appreciates good craftsmanship

@vividscales2413

This should have had all the likes! Hahahaha

@bobgunter9608

I kind of agree I don’t think Edwin killed out of a sexual lust or anything like that I think he killed for parts a lot like how Richard chasedhe vampire a Sacramento killed only for blood

@juliahunsinger3070

Ain't that the truth.

@katienoneofyourbusiness1048

I do. Especially coffee tables.

@inkyjill

Most unappreciated comment. 😂

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@dylan19731973

I love this tune. In fact, the whole album is a forgotten 90's masterpiece.

@burnsandrewj11

One of the Top 5 albums from the 90's.

@secretidentitynetwork3085

Not forgotten.

@ajjohnson6027

Awesome song. My fave on the album

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