The Streets - Infamy lyrics

Never dwell on fights with kids
The fish is thought ill when
It smells like it is
Frosty wind on the way to the station
Footsteps and thoughts of a
Patient man breaking
We wait our way all our life in this world
Many many days overturned and unfurled
On a rainy day making pay can be painful
Afternoon is cold as eyes that don't light

Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy

The cold and the little
Fingers burn with frost
Lost in the wintery yearning lust
When the mist is drifting and
The earth is rock and
The lips are cracking like
This is hitting crocks?
Fall to your knees and call to me, head
Spinning and wacked like a spin ball bat
Thwack maybe came december
May i press the send button and send all
Pretenders to the end with their glutton

Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy

Caravaggio on his last throne
Staggering through Rome
Rolled up masterpieces bagged to go
Absurd is the third learn
The circle of fifths
The roman cords in every certainty hit
Note to the elves
Note to self quotes that seek not to
Doath on the locality of hell
Recycled melodies you might never remember
Free writing hell freeze to
The evergreen heaven

Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamt Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
On a decaff coffee decafalon
One like Hunter S
Thompson on a day off on one
Don't shoot guns in the garden
I punch things pardon
I run tings from barnett but the
Fun is in car sale?
Aft daily, half cup daily
Rarsclart baily funk with a
Large shot of baileys
I don't like people they are sometimes evil
With a Birmingham firm grip
Im learning em shit

Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They've all) got it, Infamy