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

Running to catch up

The last city bus

Wearing out your yellow

Hula dress

Lipstick a mess

Your ch-cherry best

Kissing on the window

Just to check on the red

You know, it ain’t such a thrill

Now it ain’t such a thrill

It started at the back of the shell

Now it ain’t such a thrill

It ain’t such a thrill

It ain’t such a thrill

It ain’t such a thrill…