The Moldy Peaches - Lucky #9 lyrics

Indie Boys are neurotic. Makes my eyes bleed. Tight black pants exotic. Some loving is what i need. Hey I'm starting to feel o.k. 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 o.k. 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 o.k. Lucky number nine. Hurray.