Waistcoats, braces and a cheap smile
Keep them in a big pile make them die
Paint those nails, paint them like a big child
Indie growing metaphile they’ll 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, you look vile

And they 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."

[Chorus]
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 scoping round nightclubs with your ridiculous head
I wonder, oh I wonder, 'bout all those things you said;
And now I’ve got this urge, it comes and seldom goes away:
I’m tying conkers to a lace, and smashing teeth right off your face!
[Chorus]
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 can’t be found
Go slide around
(You are teh suck) You’re not much (You are teh suck) more than faggot
You can’t be found
Go slide around
(You are teh suck) You’re not much (You are teh suck) more than baggage
(You are teh suck) You can’t be found
(You are teh suck) Go slide around
(You are teh suck) You’re not much (You are teh suck) more than baggage

(You are teh suck) I left you in the (You are teh suck) ground
(You are teh suck) Turn those (You are teh suck) speakers up real (You are teh suck) loud, away!

You can’t be found
Go slide around
(You are teh suck) You’re not much (You are teh suck) more than baggage now