Spinal Remains — Misfits

This isnt really death, this isnt really life

This isnt 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 fucking 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 isnt really death, this isnt really life

This isnt 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 fucking ass

I wont stand in

Baby your spinal remains

I wont savage

Baby your spinal remains

Theyre making me sick