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