Из альбома: The Moldy Peaches
Indie Boys are nurotic.
Makes my eyes bleed.
Tight black pants exotic.
Some loving is what i need.
Hey im starting to feel o.k.
Lucky number nine.
Huray.
im sleepier on the staircase.
Mirror in the back of my brain.
Makes things, her pants feel great.
I used to liek to complaine.
But.
Hey. imstarting to feel o.k.
Lucky number nine.
Huray.
Bloody mary , mother of god.
grandpas on the hobby horse again.
dampen, broken pants chaifing.
im running out of ethnic friends.
But..
Hey. Im starting to feel o.k.
Lucky number nine.
Huray.