At the Back of the Shell The Kills

Kiss all your fingers
What's that for
You'll never get to heaven
With your shirt all tore
Cut through your finger
And cut you loose
Lost a lot a blood
Lost a lot a cool cool cool

Now it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
Now it ain't such a thrill
It get's a little dirty
Like the guts of a hack
And you'll never get it back
You'll never get the damn thing back

Looked a picture
It took up half a roll
The way you went and took off
Half your clothes, and now

It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the shell
And it ain't such a thrill