Infamy The Streets

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 dont 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