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

And I will not sit up, don't be playing
Not for you or anyone
I will not change my fucking hair

We have no reasons but we still have fun
Then I blow up and you whispered my name

Wait until I rip your back to shreds
I wave my blue suede shoes
That's all that remains of your spine

I want excitement
Your spinal remains
I want to stand here
In 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 not grin or piss on the flag
Not for you or anyone
I will not plug a fucking ass

I want to stand in
Baby your spinal remains
I won't save it
Baby your spinal remains
They're making me sick