Put this down for the record It's more or less uncheckered Wasted days and wasted nights Made me a ******* beggar No soul, my milk is curdled I'm the Bürgermeister of purgatory Look out for that hot plate Guess that's all you got, great You put the cock 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 tip I'm 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 feed Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg for you to carry me Mixed 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 death There 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 look-see what the wind washed back As we follow the bouncing ball They call this dance the washed-up crawl I'm 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 feed I'm 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 feed Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg you for you to carry me Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg you for you to carry me Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg you for you to carry me I beg you for you to carry me I beg you for you to carry me
Put this down for the record It's more or less uncheckered Wasted days and wasted nights Made me a ******* beggar No soul, my milk is curdled I'm the Bürgermeister of purgatory Look out for that hot plate Guess that's all you got, great You put the cock 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 tip I'm 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 feed Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg for you to carry me Mixed 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 death There 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 look-see what the wind washed back As we follow the bouncing ball They call this dance the washed-up crawl I'm 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 feed I'm 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 feed Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg you for you to carry me Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg you for you to carry me Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg you for you to carry me I beg you for you to carry me I beg you for you to carry me
