Indie Cindy

Put this down for the record
It's more or less unchequeredWasted days and wasted nights
Made me a f*cking beggar
No soul my milk is curdled
I'm the burger-meister of purgatoryLook out for that hot plate
Guess that's all you got. great
You put the c*ck in cocktail, man
Well I put the tail in wait!
Watch. me. walk.
Blowtorch a hole in that armor
And I don't need the tipI am in love with your daughter
And though she has no need
I'm the one who's got some trotters
You've many mouths to feedIndie Cindy
Be in love with me
I beg for you to carry meMixed messages from Sir Naff
Please authenticate
Just to be sure that you're a sap
Set for stun automatica
Crap is the operative
Locomotive of the longest deathThere goes Indie Cindy whose
Sails were black when it was windy
We offed ourselves in a lover's pact
We threw ourselves into the sea
Well looksie what the wind washed back
As we follow the bouncing ball
They call this dance the washed up crawlI am in love with your daughter
And though she has no need
I'm the one who's got some trotters
You've many mouths to feedI am in love with your daughter
And though she has no need
I'm the one who's got some trotters
You've many mouths to feedIndie Cindy
Be in love with me
I beg for you to carry meIndie Cindy
Be in love with me
I beg for you to carry me
Indie Cindy
Be in love with me
I beg for you to carry me
I beg for you to carry me
I beg for you to carry me