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.