| Song | Mad Dog Watch |
| Artist | An Pierlé |
| Album | Mud Stories |
| Because I’m young and foolish at heart | |
| I search the way to the stomach | |
| To nutcrack the undigest thoughts | |
| Mad dogs bite | |
| Out of love | |
| For the unborn adored baby | |
| Because I’m young and foolish at heart | |
| My head stands in my senses’ light | |
| I start eclipsing my lovers too soon | |
| Mad dogs bay at the moon | |
| Out of love | |
| For the unborn adored baby | |
| Bring me bring me hollow words to fill | |
| The holes in my pockets | |
| Run on dry | |
| Because I’m young and foolish at heart | |
| I won’t leave to chance second chances | |
| By trashing the muses before they arrive | |
| Mad dogs sleep with open eyes | |
| Out of love | |
| For the unborn adored baby | |
| Bring me bring me hollow words to fill | |
| The holes in my pockets | |
| Run on dry | |
| Bring me hollow hollow | |
| Hollow words to fill | |
| The holes in the palm of my hands | |
| Run on dry | |
| Because I’m young and foolish at heart | |
| I try to crash through the wall of sound | |
| By breaking my voice on physical love | |
| Mad dogs sing out above | |
| To shut up | |
| All the unborn adored babies | |
| I gave birth to a dog | |
| Baby |
| Because I' m young and foolish at heart | |
| I search the way to the stomach | |
| To nutcrack the undigest thoughts | |
| Mad dogs bite | |
| Out of love | |
| For the unborn adored baby | |
| Because I' m young and foolish at heart | |
| My head stands in my senses' light | |
| I start eclipsing my lovers too soon | |
| Mad dogs bay at the moon | |
| Out of love | |
| For the unborn adored baby | |
| Bring me bring me hollow words to fill | |
| The holes in my pockets | |
| Run on dry | |
| Because I' m young and foolish at heart | |
| I won' t leave to chance second chances | |
| By trashing the muses before they arrive | |
| Mad dogs sleep with open eyes | |
| Out of love | |
| For the unborn adored baby | |
| Bring me bring me hollow words to fill | |
| The holes in my pockets | |
| Run on dry | |
| Bring me hollow hollow | |
| Hollow words to fill | |
| The holes in the palm of my hands | |
| Run on dry | |
| Because I' m young and foolish at heart | |
| I try to crash through the wall of sound | |
| By breaking my voice on physical love | |
| Mad dogs sing out above | |
| To shut up | |
| All the unborn adored babies | |
| I gave birth to a dog | |
| Baby |