|Vocals, Guitar, Keys:||Tom May|
|Vocals, Guitar:||Greg Barnett|
|Drums, Percussion:||Joe Godino|
We should have never thought that we could get stoned and drive around with just a half a pack of smokes / A bottle of clear eyes, an appetite, we were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side / Wouldn’t you guess the only thing we had to fear would be flashing their lights in our rear view mirror / This time they got us it's all over now, you were praying Hail Mary's for an escape route. / But thank God for your father's last name and all the connections that he’s made / To everyone you’re such a sweet church girl, but I know your secret. / Bad Catholics weren’t we darling? Always dipping out before communion started. / Another summer and another church picnic, I watch a mother run around in a panic / Chasing her kid with his orange soda mustache, while his fathers by the gambling wheel / There I saw you in the beer tent hanging with your new husband and your baby on the way / Oh it's kinda strange how it made me miss something, long lost in the both of us now. / You thanked God that I found my way and introduced me to oh what's his name / To everyone you’re such a sweet church girl, but I know your secret.
The Menzingers' eagerly awaited fifth full-length After the Party is available now. The album arrives as the follow-up to the Philadelphia-based band’s widely acclaimed ...