Put this down for the record It’s more or less un-checkered Wasted days and wasted nights Made me a fucking beggar No soul, my milk is curdled I’m the burgermeister 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 WAIT! Watch me walk Blowtorch a hole in the armor And I don’t need the tip
I 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 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 their 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 looksie what the wind washed back As we follow the bouncing ball They call this dance the washed up crawl
I beg for you to carry me I beg for you to carry me