Skin's A Little Tight Today

Skin is formal wear in hell. 

Skin is nice to sell in hell. 

A privilege, in a nutshell

A steal if you will

Wear it tight over your shell

Feel it stretch until it peels

That smell is your smell

Because those stitches don't heal

Rent it out till midnight

For a different kind of spell

Your skin is bad out of spite

For the applause isn't real

Even though you feel it swell

It's a laugh track on a reel

Skin is formal wear in hell

Skin is nice to sell in hell

And you're the sucker who fell

For a sinner's rhyming spiel