Indie Rock Bottom
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The paint is wet.
Black and blue.

I have stained my shoe.
Making it.

The strip is there.
Everyday.

[Chorus]
Who lives in a strip on the web?
Pete.

Who lies to girls every week?
Pete.

Who thinks he rocks but is a poser?
Pete.

If party scenes are you desire,
then come watch Pete get set on fire.

Indie Rock fire, Indie Rock music.
Indie Rock Pete, Indie Rock Bottom.
[End Chorus]

A friend points her out.
Disbieliving with out a glance.

He says again, over there.
Takes a peek and is suprised.

She is on the couch.
With a hoodie that looks goodie.

[Chorus]

She asks a question.
An answer gave with confidence.

She busts the reply.
And gives an insult.

Plain out shock.
I repeat in a shout.