Текст: Infant Sorrow. Gang of Lust.

Drinking gin at half past five
With a dodgy eye
Do it right
When the feller rise.

Drop the pills down off the curst
Meet the lads I'm coming pu
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
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

3 a.m.
The next door neighbor copmlainign again
What's your fucking problem mate
We're all decent people here
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!