At the Back of the Shell

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 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, took up half the 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 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 It ain't such a thrill It ain't such a thrill It ain't such a thrill It ain't such a thrill