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

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