Lucky #9 (Live '99)

Okay

Indie boys are neurotic
Makes my eyes bleed
Tight black pants, exotic
Some loving is what I need, but

Hey, I'm starting to feel okay
Lucky number 9
Hurray
C'mon, you motherfucker

Sepia on the airfield
Mirror in the back of my brain
Makes these, her pants feels great
I used to like to complain, but

Hey, I'm starting to feel okay
I keep saying lucky number 9
Hurry

Bloody Mary, mother of God
Grandpas on the hobbyhorse again
Dampen, broken pants chaffing
I'm running out of ethnic friends

But
Hey, I'm starting to feel okay (okay, okay)
Lucky number 9
Hurray
Two more time
Lucky number 9
Hurray
One more time for the main bitch in line
Lucky number 9
Hurray



Credits
Writer(s): Adam M. Green
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