Reklama

Gang of Lust - Infant Sorrow

Drinking gin at half past five
Chatting up a bird with a dodgy eye
I vomit Jaeger on her pasty thighs
Do a runner when her fella arrives

Drop the pills, I'm off me crust
Meet the lads, I'm coming up
A cheeky line of devil dust
We're a walking gang of lust

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Members only at the club
We give the door blokes hit her up
Seconds later we're off our rocks
In this sweaty pumping box

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Door bell ringing at 3 a.m.
The next door neighbour complaining again
What's your fucking problem mate?
I have to work at half past eight
Calm it Kermit, have a beer
We're all decent people here
All these birds he licks his lips
Wicked mate

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked (let's get messed up on the town, can't you hear what is going down)
Let's get fucked (tell them all we're dressed in brown)
Let's get fucked up on the town (breakfast started with the goose and crown)

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked!