Lucky Number Nine

The Moldy Peaches

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

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