Waistcoats, braces and a cheap smile, keep them in a big pile make them die. Paint those nails, paint them like a big child, indie growing metafile they'll catch my eye
You look like a hairstyle, you look like a boy named Kyle. You look like a hairstyle, you look vile. You look like a hairstyle, you look like a boy named Kyle. You look like a hairstyle, you look vile
And they say watch your mouth or they'll never put your record out. They'll print your vinyl inside out, I should know. Don't say f**, it's better to say truck or duck. I was in a bed once, I should know
You indie monster, you've got a shrunken head. Even when you're at your best I'd still like bump heads until you stop breathing, stop breathing, I want you dead. Even when you look your best you still look underfeed
I keep seeing you scoping round nightclubs with your ridiculous head. I wonder oh I wonder bout all those things you said. And now I've got this urge, it comes itself and goes away. I'm tying conkers to a lace, and smashing teeth right off your face
You indie monster, you've got a shrunken head. Even when you're at you're at your best I'd still like to bump heads until you, stop breathing, stop breathing. I want you dead. Even when you're at your best you still look underfeed
You can't be found, go slide around. You're not much more than f*ggot. You can't be found, go slide around. You're not much more than f*ggot. You can't be found, go slide around. You're not much more than f*ggot
I left you in the ground. Turn those speakers up real loud. You can't be found, go slide around. You're not much more than f*ggot now