Artista: The Kills
  Canción: At The Back Of The Shell

Kiss all your fingers... what's that for?
You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all tore.
Cut through your finger and cut you loose.
Lost a lot of blood. Lost a lot of cool cool cool.
Now it ain't such a thrill.
It gets 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 at 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-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.