Текст The Moldy Peaches – Lucky Number Nine
Текст:
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.