Put this down for the record
It?s more or less unchequered

Wasted days and wasted nights
Made me a f*cking 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 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 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
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