Text: The Killers. Glamorous Indie Rock And Roll.

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Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll
Is what I want.
It's in my soul
It's what I need
Indie Rock and Roll
It's time

Two of us
Flipping through a thrift store magazine
She plays the drum on a
Tambourine
Betcha, your bottom dolla' on me
It's Indie Rock and Roll for me

It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me
It's all I need.
It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me

In the clutch, of talking every word
for all the boys
Electric girls with worn down toys
Makin' up, Breakin' up,
What do you care?
Oh what do you care?

I'll take my twist with a shout
A coffee shop with a cause
Man I'll freak you out!
No sex, no drugs, no like no love
When it comes to today

Stay
If you wanna love me stay.
Oh, don't be shy!
Let's cause a scene
Like lovers do,
On silver screens
Let's make it, yeah we'll cause a scene.

It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me.
It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me.
It's all I need.
It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me.

(In the clutch, of talking every word for all the boys)
It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me.
It's all I need.
Makin' up, Breakin' up,
What do you care?
It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me.
(Two of us, flipping through a thrift store magazine)
It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me.
It's all I need.
Makin' up, Breakin' up.
What do you care?
It's Indie Rock and Roll for me