Texty: The Moldy Peaches. Lucky Number Nine (Live).

Indie boys are neurotic
Makes my eyes bleed
Tight black pants exotic
Some loving is what I need

But hey, I'm startin' to feel okay
Lucky number nine, hooray

Sepia on the staircase
Mirror in the back of my brain
Makes these hard pants feel great
I used to like to complain

But hey, I'm startin' to feel okay
Lucky number nine, hooray

Bloody Mary, Mother of God
Grandpas on the hobby horse again
Tampin', broken pants chaffing
I'm running out of ethnic friends

But hey, I'm startin' to feel okay
Lucky number nine, hooray