Indie Cindy (live)

[Verse 1]
Put this down for the record
It’s more or less un-checkered
Wasted days and wasted nights
Made me a [bad word] 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 [bad word] in [bad word]  man
Well I put the tail in WAIT!
Watch me walk
Blowtorch a hole in the armor
And I don’t need the tip

[Bridge]
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

[Hook]
Indie Cindy
Be in love with me
I beg for you to carry me

[Verse 2]
Mixed messages from Sir Naff
Please authenticate
Just to be sure that you’re a sap
Set for stun automatica
 [bad word] is their operative
 [bad word] of the longest death

[Verse 3]
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

[Bridge 2x]

[Hook 3x]

I beg for you to carry me
I beg for you to carry me