paroles de chanson 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...