| Lucky Number Nine |
| 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, hooray! Sepia on the staricase Mirror in the back of my brain Makes these hot-pants feel great I used to like to complain But hey, I'm starting to feel OK Lucky number nine, hooray! Bloody Mary, Mother of God Grandpa's on the hobby horse again Dampent, broken pants chafing I'm running out of ethnic friends But hey, I'm starting to feel OK Lucky number nine, hooray! |