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Infant Sorrow
Infant Sorrow


Background information
Genre(s)
Years active 2008—present
Website Website
Members
Russell Brand



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Infant Sorrow Album


Get Him to the Greek (06/01/2010)
06/01/2010
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Just Say Yes
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Supertight (performed by Jackie Q feat. Aldous Snow)
15.
Ring 'Round (performed by Jackie Q)
. . .

Just Say Yes

[No lyrics]

. . .


Drinking gin at half past 5
Chattin up a bird
With a dodgy eye
A bottle of jagger
???
Do it right
When the feller rise.

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

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 complaining again
What's your fucking problem mate
I'm up for work at half past 8
Come in 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!

. . .


Yeah
Yeah
When the world slips you a Jeffrey
Stroke the furry wall
Stroke the furry wall.

Furry walls, don't bring me down
Furry walls, please stay around
Furry walls
Furry walls.

Furry walls, kiss me to sleep
Furry walls, please help me read
Furry walls
Furry walls.

Furry walls can take you on a magic carpet ride
Furry walls surround you till you've got no place to hide
Let your furry fingers be your guide.

Furry walls, turn out the light
Furry walls, please stay the night
Furry walls
Furry walls.

Furry walls, let's have a taste
Furry walls, sit on my face
Furry walls
Furry walls.

Maybe I'm in heaven with the furry skies above
All around are furry clouds, look, here's a furry dove
Let me stroke your furry walls of love.

Furry walls
Furry walls.

Furry walls, I am amazed
Furry walls, we're in a daze
Furry walls
Furry walls.

Don't be in a hurry things they turn out the way they were
Shaggy walls of loveliness
It's all a furry blur
Maybe I'm in heaven with the furry skies above
All around is furry clouds look here's a furry dove
Let the walls caress you in a showering of love.

Furry walls
Furry walls.

Furry walls, I'm gonna cry
Furry walls, please lift me high
Furry walls
Furry walls.

Furry walls.
Furry walls.
Furry walls.

. . .


Like water through a drain
I'm spinning down, down, down
Like the needle in my vein
You're bring me down, down, down
Like a dog who's done insane
You're putting me down, down, down

And those of you
Who doubted me are going down, down, down
And the record man who never called
Can you hear what's going on?

I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
And the world ain't gonna catch me going down.

Like the food in my belly
I'm going down, down, down
And the twenty bucks in the alley
I'm going down, down, down,
Like the trail beneath your valley
I'm going down, down, down
For my ma who always honored me
I'm going down, down, down
For my pa who never wanted me
Can you feel what's going on?

I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
And the world ain't gonna catch me going down.

Oh won't you please believe me?
Oh baby don't you leave me
Why won't you say you need me
Please use that breast to feed me.

I ain't going down.

For my ma who always honored me
I'm going down, down, down
For my pa who never wanted me
Can you feel what's going on?

I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
And the world ain't gonna catch me going down.

. . .


Another night you're on my mind
I'm hypnotized but I cannot find the signs
The signs for the tubes to come home
I need the tube to get home
Another night, I'm here alone
My eyes so tired from staring at this phone

Why won't you call and come home?
Please call and come home
And I know you won't come just for the cash
Will you come for my bangers...
My beans and mash?

A suicide in soho grand
My wrists so tired from working with my hands
Please pick me up when I land
Just be there when I land
Another day on primrose hill
I fear I'm fading
I put you in my will

Why has the world gone so still?
The world is so still
I feel my next meal might be my last
Will you come for my bangers...
My beans and mash?
Just come for my bangers...
My beans and mash!

I think I'll stop and drink
The only thing I've ever seen
To see is you!

Love, there's things I've never said
I need to get them off my chest
Before I'm dead
I feel so bloody dead!

(Instrumental)

Another night you're on my mind
I'm hypnotized but I cannot find the signs
The signs for the tubes to come home
I need the tube to get home
Another night, I'm here alone
My eyes so tired from staring at this phone

Why won't you call and come home?
Please call and come home
And I know you won't come just for the cash
Will you come for my bangers...
My beans and mash! ?

Oh come for my bangers!
My beans and mash!

Oh come for my bangers!
... my beans and mash!

. . .


We got the clap
You got the clap
We cook the rocks
You took the smack
Ah yeah.

We got the clap
You got the clap
We took the yellow ones
You took the black
Ah huh.

We got the itch
You got the scratch
It burns, burns, burns
Like the head of a match
You take the front
I'll take the back
Ah yeah
We got the clap
We got it.

We got the clap
You got the clap
Wipe my face on the welcome mat
Ah huh.

We got the junk
You got the junk
Shake, shake, shake
Taste the spunk
Ah huh
I said the spunk.

We got the clap
Can't be beat
Got it off the back of a toilet seat
Shake your hips
Mind your feet
Ah yeah
We got the clap
We got the clap
We got it.

We got the itch
You got the scratch
It burns, burns, burns
Like the head of a match
You took the front
We took the back
Ah yeah
Catch my drift
Catch and shoot
Caught it off a buck-tooth prostitute
You took the front
I took the back
We got the clap.

I got the clap
You got the clap
Ah yeah
We got the clap
You got the clap
We got the clap.

. . .


I am Jesus
Welcome to the church of me
True believers
Take a walk across the sea

I've come to feed the fish
Heal the world
But first a little dirty kiss.

I am Zoroaster
Sitting underneath the tree
I'll be your master
Pour yourself into me

Fill your every wish
Heal the world
But first a little dirty kiss.

I am the setting sun.
I am the chosen one.
I am his only son.

I wear a thorny crown.
I live in Honeytown.
Somebody cut me down.

I am Jesus.
I am Jesus.

I am Mohhamad
Taking it to the streets
Give me your daughter
Let me rub your dirty feet

Touch the end of this
Heal the world
But first a little dirty kiss.

I am Jesus.
I am Jesus.

. . .


With my pen and paper
I am sitting at my tabletop
And once again
I think of riding Daphne.

Cherry lips and curvy hips
And bucking like a quarter-horse
I sit here and I think of riding Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.

I'll settle in
Now strap me in
You'll mount me with your bristley thighs
You'll chafe me
I'm riding Daphne.

On her knees she gave a blow
Like standing on fresh fallen snow
Besmirching the sweet innocence of Daphne
In her white coat and stethoscope
She came so hard she couldn't cope
She done it in front of her bloke
Our Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.

I'll settle in
You'll strap me in
You'll bind me in with gaffer's tape
You'll gaff me
I'm riding Daphne.

Playing doctor with my doctor mate
I think we could rocked her mate
Thanks for waiting patiently
And taking slobby dregs, mate
Hope there's no hard feelings
'Bout my manmilk on your leg.

She took the Hippocratic oath
She took my manhood in her throat
She knows the Heimlich she won't choke
Not Daphne.

She dropped her drawers and sat on me
While watching Grey's Anatomy
And checked my prostate glad for free
Did Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Ooooh riding Daphne.

I'll settle in
Now strap me in
You'll bind me in with gaffer's tape
You'll gaff me
I'm riding Daphne.

Ooooh riding Daphne.
Oooooh riding Daphne.

. . .


as soon as i wake up in the morning
i count the hours till we meet
when im with you its so amazing
i never knew love could taste so sweet
yeah your all i need
yeah your all i want
i can't beat this feeling , lets get it ooon
cause where flying higher then the mountains
higher then i have ever been
youve got me feeling like a hero
fucking on herion

everyone tells me its wrong
so why does it feel so got dang right
got to stay clean in the daytime mmmmm
but baby just wait till tonight
yeah your all i need
yeah your all i want
i can't beat this feeling lets get it ooooon
yeah

cause where flying higher then the mountains
higher then i have ever been
youve got me feeling like a hero
when im fucking on herion!

herion
fucking on herion!
herion
fucking on herion!
im fucking on herion tonighttttt
tonighhht
yeah

where flying higher then the mountains
higher then i have ever been
and youve got me feeling like a hero
fucking on herion!

fucking on herion!

on herion!

. . .


Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your dominant hand up high
With your dominant hand in the sky.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for sex
For me and me helmet and wherever it winds up next.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for our queen
For shagging five birds in the back of me limousine.

I felt particularly in tune with the cosmos
I feel in tune with it tonight.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for love
While snogging down South while jiggling upper grub.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your dominant hand up high
Put your dominant hand . . .

Tonight!
Unity!
Oi oi!
Unity, love.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for tea
For separation of church and state and me.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your dominant hand up high
Put your dominant leg . . .

I felt particularly in tune with the cosmos
I feel in tune with it tonight.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for bad teeth
For sixteen [unintelligible] grief.

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put you dominant hand up high
Put your dominant hand to the sky.

. . .


JIMMY PAGE IS GOD. PRAISE LED ZEPPELIN!
I have crossed the mystic desert
To snap pictures of the poor
I've invited them to brunch
Let them crash out on my floor.

There's sunshine in my veins
My kitchen's filled with flies
I'm crying out in vain
Like a little African child.

Trapped in me
There's an African child
Trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me.

All these rooms are cluttered with the spoils of my fame
My doors and windows shuttered I just can't keep out the rain
There's sunshine down in hell
My kitchen's filled with flies
I'm crying out for help
Like a little African child.

Trapped in me
There's an African child
Trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me.

All these blowjobs in limousines
What do they matters
What do they mean
To the little African child
Trapped in me.

[African chant]

African child
Trapped in me
There's an African child
Trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me.
There's a little African child trapped in me.
There's a little African child trapped in me.

. . .


Little bird,
Drink the champagne from my lips.
Take a flying saucer trip
To the stars in my eyes.

Little bird,
Sitting on the tip of my tongue.
Though you look a bit too young,
Could be the stars in my eyes.

Your words, like butterflies, dance around my head.
Your body, like forbidden wine, spills out of my bed.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your granny doesn't mind.
Hope your grandpa doesn't mind.

Little bird,
You have got to be eighteen,
Or a few years past your teens;
Or you are in my eyes.

Little bird,
If you are born before ninety-two,
Then you know just what to do;
Rip the stars from my eyes.

Your words, like butterflies, dance around my head.
Your body, like a cherry pie, spills out of my bed.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your nana doesn't mind.
Hope your grandpa doesn't mind.

Little bird,
Brand new galaxies await you.
Open up and let me take you
To the stars.

Your words, like butterflies, dance around my head.
Your body, like forbidden wine, spills out of my bed.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your granny doesn't mind.
Hope your grandpa doesn't mind.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.

Little bird.
Little bird.
Little bird.

. . .


When I was young, I heard my dad say
"Son, I'm leaving now."
And he said "Other men do as other men please
And Aldous is the name with which I leave you."

And here I am
While all around me things become hysterical
Here I stand
Beneath the robes of Lady Liberty
Searching for a father in America
Searching for a father in America.

I was sixteen
I took a trip
To Washington, D.C.
Just my mom and me
Saw the reflecting pool
And the Capitol
I got wanked off at the Vietnam Memorial.

Here I am
Staring at a canyon quite deadly
Here I stand
Back time beneath the falls of Niagra
Searching for a father in America
Searching for a father in America.

Number one: George Washington
Lost his dad when he was one
Jimmy Carter made himself a son of wood
But like Pinocchio
He weren't very good
Lincoln, shot by his son
In the theater, up his bum
Nixon he had no son
Too late, his own son was Watergate
Ronald Reagan, he got shot
For Jodie Foster, quite a lot
Nancy, stupid cow
He can't remember her no more, yeah.

America.

When I am old
I'll find my dad
They'll recreate his body from my DNA
And I'll say "Other men do as other men please
And Aldous is the name with which I greet men now."

Here I am
Seeking my redemption in this heathen land
Here I stand
Amidst the stars and stripes and scientists
Searching for a father in America
Searching for a father in America

I am my own father
I gave birth to me, yeah

. . .


Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite
Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite

Don't need no flaccid string
And I won't keep mine supertight
I gotta a big bow
I think you know
That my hands are meant to play all night.

You got to me
Warm and you're tight
I'm going to fuck you so deep
I'll give you a lobotomy
I'm a zombie
You dug me from my grave
You took me from Africa and made me your slave
You're too tight
Like a wet vice
Your pussy is a crucifix
My cock is like Christ
Jackie Q
She's gifted with my implement
She blows my golden balls
When she's strumming this instrument
Check it.

Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite
Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite

Don't need no flaccid string
And I won't keep mine supertight
I gotta a big bow
I think you know
That my hands are meant to play all night.

My strings are supertight
Turn my pegs and make it right
My strings are fucking tight
Loosen me up until it feels all right
It's gonna get precarious
I'm a motherfucking Stradivarius
This song is going to get serious
Run your bow against my clitoris.

Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite
Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite

Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite
Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite

Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite
Ride me inside me supertight
Boom boom shake the room like it's dynamite

Don't need no flaccid string
And I won't keep mine supertight
I gotta a big bow
I think you know
That my hands are meant to play all night.

. . .


Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes we all fall down.

A ring, a ring, a ring around my rosie
My little pocket is so fit and so damn cozy
Ring, a ring, a ring around my rosie
All the boys in town say I've the prettiest of posies.

Some blokes say that one hole is more than enough
Then why did God give me two, not including my muff?

If you've got a pretty face
And a pretty fanny too
You will find the most prestigious blokes
Are lining up to meet you.

One two three four
It's just like coming in the back door
Five six seven eight
Ah, feels great.

A ring, a ring, around my dirty posie
My rear pocket is so fit and so damn cozy
Ring, a ring, a ring around my posie
All the boys in town say I've the tightest of posies.

A lot of folks have said this act is just for men
To them I say strap one on, and let us ladies in
What's the point of life if the gays have all the fun?
Just as with my front part, I will make you cum.

Nine ten eleven twelve
Feel so good must be bad for my health
Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen
Ah, so keen.

A ring, a ring, a ring around my rosie
My little pocket is so fit and so damn cozy
Ring, a ring, a ring around my rosie
All the boys in town say I've the prettiest of posies.

Ring
Ring around my rosie
Ring
Ring around my rosie.

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes we all fall down.

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes we all fall down.

A ring around my dirty rosie
My pocket's so damn cozy
And my posie, my posie
I'm talking about my asshole.

. . .


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