Spinal Remains

This isn't really death, this isn't really life This isn't really anything I think I like And I will not sit up, (something)and beg, not for you or anyone I will not cut my f**king hair We have no reasons but we still have fun Down on the floor baby whisper my name, yeah When I rip your back to shreds I put my blue suede shoes In soft remains of your spine I wont stand in, baby Your spinal remains I want to stand in In your spinal remains In chains This isn't really death, this isn't really life This isn't really anything I think I like And I will not grin or piss on the flag Not for you or anyone I will not plug a f**king a*s I wont stand in Baby your spinal remains I won't savage Baby your spinal remains They're making me sick