Indie Cindy

Indie Cindy - Pixies

Put this down for the record

It's more or less unchequered

Wasted days and wasted nights

Made me a fucking beggar

No soul my milk is curdled

I'm the burger-meister of purgatory

Look out for that hot plate

Guess that's all you got. great

You put the c*ck 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 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 you for 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 looksie what the wind washed back

As we follow the bouncing ball

They call this dance the washed up crawl

I am in love with your daughter

I am in love with your daughter

And though she has no need

And though she has no need

I'm the one who's got some trotters

I'm the one who's got some trotters

You've many mouths to feed

You've many mouths to feed

Indie Cindy

Indie Cindy

Indie Cindy

Be in love with me

Be in love with me

Be in love with me

I beg you for to carry me

I beg you for to carry me

I beg you for to carry me

I beg you for to carry me

I beg you for to carry me