Lyrics The Moldy Peaches – Lucky Number Nine
Text:
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 — Grandpa’s on the hobby horse again.
Tamping, broken pants chaffing — I’m running out of ethnic friends.
But, hey, I’m startin’ to feel okay.
Lucky number nine, hooray.
Album
The Moldy Peaches – The Moldy Peaches
The Moldy Peaches – Anyone Else But You
The Moldy Peaches – Lucky Number Nine
The Moldy Peaches – Jorge Regula
The Moldy Peaches – What Went Wrong
The Moldy Peaches – Nothing Came Out
The Moldy Peaches – Downloading Porn With Davo
The Moldy Peaches – These Burgers
The Moldy Peaches – Steak For Chicken
The Moldy Peaches – On Top
The Moldy Peaches – Greyhound Bus
The Moldy Peaches – Goodbye Song
The Moldy Peaches – Little Bunny Foo Foo
The Moldy Peaches – The Ballad Of Hellen Keller & Rip Van Winkle
The Moldy Peaches – Who’s Got The Crack
The Moldy Peaches – Lucky Charms
The Moldy Peaches – D2 Boyfriend
The Moldy Peaches – I Forgot
The Moldy Peaches – Lazy Confessions
The Moldy Peaches – Nyc’s Like A Graveyard