At the Back of the Shell Lyrics

Kiss all your fingers... what's that for?
You'll never get to heaven with you 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 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
Took up half a roll,
the way you went and took off half your clothes...
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And now it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the Shell
And now it ain't such a thrill

Running to catch up,
the last city bus,
wearing out your yellow hulla dress
Lipstick a mess
Your ch-ch-cherry best
Kissing on the window just to check on the red
You know, it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the Shell
Now it ain't such a thrill