Answer:
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.