| Song | Me and the Mad Monkettes |
| Artist | The World |
| Artist | Inferno Friendship Society |
| Album | Red-Eyed Soul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You’ve got it written on your face | |
| And in the scars on your hands from all that | |
| You could feel for a while | |
| There was nothing worth knowing that couldn’t be | |
| Be hidden or stolen | |
| Anyway I got to be going | |
| You better too | |
| We shall bend in the wind | |
| Like reeds knowing greedy get nothing | |
| So dressed for the occasion | |
| This is an invitation | |
| Every time you, you walk the streets you | |
| You feel the sound of every punk’s heartbeat | |
| And every time the cops drive by | |
| We smile and smile and smile and smile | |
| Spending like a punk rocker on payday | |
| At the monster dogs’ | |
| Christmas parade | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we stop and wave | |
| Here’s your conscience just in case you don’t have one | |
| Rod Serling said, he said, “ | |
| Gin and tonics all night long” | |
| Let’s stop and wave | |
| Spending like a punk rocker on payday | |
| At the Village | |
| Halloween parade | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we carry the day | |
| Walking across that | |
| Williamsburg bridge, sir | |
| Edward r. | |
| Murrow said, he said, “ | |
| This neighborhood’s gone to the dogs” | |
| Just stop and wave | |
| Broke as I’ll be on | |
| Monday Going out in the woods today | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we lose our way “ | |
| Do you think these bruises are sexy?” | |
| Rasputina said, she said | |
| And it was like the beginning and end credits | |
| All at one goddamn time | |
| The night is never too long | |
| Not for me anyway | |
| How is it for you so far away? | |
| How did you get so far away? | |
| Aging like a movie star’s heyday | |
| Hemorrhaging money | |
| I make my way | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes | |
| I ain’t got a regret | |
| And I can’t forget it at all |
| You' ve got it written on your face | |
| And in the scars on your hands from all that | |
| You could feel for a while | |
| There was nothing worth knowing that couldn' t be | |
| Be hidden or stolen | |
| Anyway I got to be going | |
| You better too | |
| We shall bend in the wind | |
| Like reeds knowing greedy get nothing | |
| So dressed for the occasion | |
| This is an invitation | |
| Every time you, you walk the streets you | |
| You feel the sound of every punk' s heartbeat | |
| And every time the cops drive by | |
| We smile and smile and smile and smile | |
| Spending like a punk rocker on payday | |
| At the monster dogs' | |
| Christmas parade | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we stop and wave | |
| Here' s your conscience just in case you don' t have one | |
| Rod Serling said, he said, " | |
| Gin and tonics all night long" | |
| Let' s stop and wave | |
| Spending like a punk rocker on payday | |
| At the Village | |
| Halloween parade | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we carry the day | |
| Walking across that | |
| Williamsburg bridge, sir | |
| Edward r. | |
| Murrow said, he said, " | |
| This neighborhood' s gone to the dogs" | |
| Just stop and wave | |
| Broke as I' ll be on | |
| Monday Going out in the woods today | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we lose our way " | |
| Do you think these bruises are sexy?" | |
| Rasputina said, she said | |
| And it was like the beginning and end credits | |
| All at one goddamn time | |
| The night is never too long | |
| Not for me anyway | |
| How is it for you so far away? | |
| How did you get so far away? | |
| Aging like a movie star' s heyday | |
| Hemorrhaging money | |
| I make my way | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes | |
| I ain' t got a regret | |
| And I can' t forget it at all |
| You' ve got it written on your face | |
| And in the scars on your hands from all that | |
| You could feel for a while | |
| There was nothing worth knowing that couldn' t be | |
| Be hidden or stolen | |
| Anyway I got to be going | |
| You better too | |
| We shall bend in the wind | |
| Like reeds knowing greedy get nothing | |
| So dressed for the occasion | |
| This is an invitation | |
| Every time you, you walk the streets you | |
| You feel the sound of every punk' s heartbeat | |
| And every time the cops drive by | |
| We smile and smile and smile and smile | |
| Spending like a punk rocker on payday | |
| At the monster dogs' | |
| Christmas parade | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we stop and wave | |
| Here' s your conscience just in case you don' t have one | |
| Rod Serling said, he said, " | |
| Gin and tonics all night long" | |
| Let' s stop and wave | |
| Spending like a punk rocker on payday | |
| At the Village | |
| Halloween parade | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we carry the day | |
| Walking across that | |
| Williamsburg bridge, sir | |
| Edward r. | |
| Murrow said, he said, " | |
| This neighborhood' s gone to the dogs" | |
| Just stop and wave | |
| Broke as I' ll be on | |
| Monday Going out in the woods today | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes we lose our way " | |
| Do you think these bruises are sexy?" | |
| Rasputina said, she said | |
| And it was like the beginning and end credits | |
| All at one goddamn time | |
| The night is never too long | |
| Not for me anyway | |
| How is it for you so far away? | |
| How did you get so far away? | |
| Aging like a movie star' s heyday | |
| Hemorrhaging money | |
| I make my way | |
| Me and The | |
| Mad Monkettes | |
| I ain' t got a regret | |
| And I can' t forget it at all |