Misfits "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 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 fucking ass I want excitment Baby your spinal remains I want excitment Baby your spinal remains They're making me sick Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |