The Moldy Peaches - Lucky Number Nine lyrics

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.