Spinal Remains - Misfits

This isn't really death, this isn't really life
This isn't really anything I think I like

And I will not sit on, broken glass
Not for you or anyone
I will not change my ass

We have no razors but we still have fun
Down on the floor, you whispered my name

When you rip my back to shreds
I dig my boots into
the soft remains of your spine

I want excitement
Your spinal remains
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 sit on broken glass
Not for you or anyone
I will not cut a f_cking ass

I want excitment
Baby your spinal remains
I want excitment
Baby your spinal remains
They're making me sick

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