indie boyz can't sing Lyrics

I don't know how to organize my thoughts

Blood rushes to my head and I'm seeing spots

Pen to the paper, words straight no chaser

It's hard on the throat but I've got no eraser

A page full of lame cliches without a plot

I don't know how to get out of my head

Wouldn't it be nice to quit while you're ahead

I'm out of tune like a total buffoon

But I've got things to say so don't pop my balloon

Cause' I won't stop making art 'till I am dead

I know what you're gonna' say

But it's better off this way

Indie boyz can't sing and that's okay

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

(Sing it out, sing it out, sing it out, sing it)

After two verses I've said all I have to say

La la la la la la la la

Pen to the paper, words straight no chaser

It's hard on the throat but I've got no eraser

Maybe I'll finish this song some other day

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

(Sing it out, sing it out, sing it out)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

Indie boyz can't sing and that's okay