Indie Boys are neurotic
Makes my eyes bleed
Tight black pants exotic
Some loving is what i need
Hey I'm starting to feel ok
Lucky number nine
Hurray
I'm sleepier on the staircase
Mirror in the back of my brain
Makes things, her pants feel great
I used to like to complain
But
Hey I'm starting to feel ok
Lucky number nine
Hurry
Bloody Mary , mother of god
Grandpas on the hobby horse again
Dampen, broken pants chaffing
I'm running out of ethnic friends
But
Hey I'm starting to feel ok
Lucky number nine
Hurray