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

Now 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 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 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