Gang Of Lust — Infant Sorrow

Drinking gin at half past five Chatting up a bird With a dodgy eye A bottle of jagger On a plastic pipe Doin a runner When the feller rise.

Drop the pills down off the curst Meet the lads I'm coming up The cheeky line of devil dust We're a wealthy 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

Memebers 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

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 neighbor copmlainign again What's your fucking problem mate I left 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 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

Let's get fucked!