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