Indie Monster

Waistcoat, braces and a cheap smile

Keep them in a big pile

Make them die

Paint those nails

Paint them a big child

Indie grown men don't file

Don't 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

And they'll 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 fuck

It's better to say truck or duck

I was in a band once

I should know'

You indie monster

You've got a shrunken head

Even when 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 look your best

You still look underfed

I keep seeing you

Skulking round nightclubs

With your ridiculous head

I wonder, oh I wonder

'Bout all those things you said

Now I've got this urge

It comes and seldom goes away

Fly conquer to a lace

And smash your teeth right off your face

You indie monster

You've got a shrunken head

Even when 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 underfed

You've got your band

Ropes tied around

You're not much more than baggage

You've got your band

Ropes tied around

You're not much more than baggage

You've got your band

Ropes tied around

You're not much more than baggage

I left you in the ground

I turned those speakers up real loud

You've got them loud

Ropes tied around

You're not much more than baggage now