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Knights of Infamy

by The New Players

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Monday 12:17 03:23
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Stuck in the middle of the punk rock jelly Stuck in a rut up to my belly I’ve been caught by the red haired vixen Took my manhood gave me fixing My amigos miss my friendship She is their foe anti cupids Give me a minute to skim it and think this one on out O, it feels so good She’s got her hold on me, but their giving it all the could O, it feels so wrong While she got her hold I still sing my song Living a life of Peter Parker What is right tell me Bob Barker A stalker, who you talking to? Head and tail I don’t know what to do do Do you even know my name? I wish I could say the same But I know I can’t, just yet. O, it feels so good She’s got her hold on me, but their giving it all the could O, it feels so wrong While she got her hold I still sing my song Fuck no I’m a BFD now Stuck in the middle of the punk rock jelly I was stuck in a rut up to my belly Held captive by the red haired vixen Retrieved my manhood, Mason Dickson I got my friends, I lost the girl I don’t need her, cause we rule the world Nothing much to think about X-ray I’m sane with a rebel shout O it feels so good She had her hold on me, but I left like I should O, now it feels so right I am feeling so free, sing my song all night
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Annie Tie Me Down 03:31
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La La La Lick me with yo demon whip S A Do Ma Sachi S and M She Devil lick, She brand lipstick Upon my face, And on my Dick Wha Wha Wha Whippin my ass into shape Harrassment while the panther’s mate Growl and Howl, The moans of sin The pleasure pin, a sex dungeon Terrorize between the Thighs (Tied to the wall) Keep going till someone Cries (Scratch and Crawl) Sex sells with a little sin ( Won’t you Let me in) Welcome to the Sex dungeon (Sex dungeon) Annie Tie Me Down Rope my Wrist & Bite my kiss Tie me To the Ground Show me where to place my fist Annie Tie Me Down Trade of pain is your business Tie me To the Ground Awwoh, brutal bliss Cha cha cha Chop me down to get me up Literally bustin my nut A bed of nails, hot candle wax Red marks painted on dat ass like smack Ta ta ta Tie me down to the bedpost Screamin out loud what you need the most My pains her pleasure, and she’s got the whip Whip, whip, crack that shit Terrorize between the Thighs (Tied to the wall) Keep going till someone Cries (Scratch and Crawl) Sex sells with a little sin (Let me in) Welcome to the Sex dungeon (Sex dungeon) Annie Tie Me Down Rope my Wrist & Bite my kiss Tie me To the Ground Show me where to place my fist Annie Tie Me Down Trade of pain is your business Tie me To the Ground Awwoh, brutal bliss
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Burnt Beans 04:28
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Hobo is my hobby, barefoot in the soot No name, No numbers, Everything I took Lumber in my joints, flex above my head I got that funky stench before I’m dead Nothing to worry, sun soaked skin No hands to point the direction Of time, who needs that shit? Got my rice, got my friend, in my pocket Riches are for bitches give them to the dogs Spending my time laying on a log Stuck in a web of electronics Some say plague I say bubonic A blue bonnet for peep and her sheep Simple is the way and the rhythm we keep Alive and I’d rather die Then see my body in a cubicle hive Motha Fucka don’t got clean socks, can’t knock me off, I’m on top I am at one Motha Fucka don’t you see my jaw, fort is court, our time is short I’m not angry I can’t complain, even though I got burnt beans I love the way, and I know what living means It’s all the same, and I got my burnt beans I’ve got today, and that is all I need Living like desolation Williams Living in the moment don’t need films Do what I want at my will Breath not so fresh but still I move on with my life Not a worry not a strife not thinking twice I am a dog but don’t need your bone High and holy on a tree stump throne Nature nurtures all my needs N over D I love green Furnish the forest decorate the cave Sexy mother earth I am your slave Stayin in a world with Mr. Trees Aint got no place to be But home, and that’s where I stand Tribing up with a medicine man Motha Fucka don’t got clean socks, can’t knock me off, I’m on top I am at one Motha Fucka don’t you see my jaw, fort is court, our time is short I’m not angry I can’t complain, even though I got burnt beans I love the way, and I know what living means It’s all the same, and I got my burnt beans I’ve got today, and that is all I need
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Juno & The Paycock 03:53
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Voice is a melody, don’t be afraid Diggin’ in the dirt’s the only way to get paid Scoundrels in that automobile Lost my arm and lost my meal Just a drop, don’t drown it down Mum’s the word, don’t make a sound Lighting up a pipe, hardy heated men I’ve got to run away my fair maiden Never tired or looking for a rest Respect the living, little for the dead Not a man of superstition, losing my head a dead man walking, nothing is said Ghosts in the alley, See the silver lining The record’s loud, gold teeth for grinding Who is scared to do one good deed? Why be scared if none believe? Someday we’ll die, once poor now rich Divorce my old life, because she’s a bitch Who gave that knock, Doctor you there? Put down my pants, just leave them there! Never tired or looking for a rest Respect the living, little for the dead Not a man of superstition, losing my head a dead man walking, nothing is said What is the stars? What is the moon? The sea is callin’ me What is the stars? What is the moon? god lost against stupidity What is the stars? What is the moon? Sausage sauce dinner with tea What is the stars? What is the moon? How narrow is your humanity? Never tired or looking for a rest Respect the living, little for the dead Not a man of superstition, losing my head a dead man walking, nothing is said
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Sir Flaccid 04:44
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Walking hard, got the courage of a factual lad Plus that ambition of the situation calling my fad Electric connection of the subway station Facing all the Factors of the equation One time Two times the third fiend caught The kettles burning black the food got red hot Slow down, cheetah running through the city Lights camera Action but I’m not ready Hold it up the spaghetti soft Layer on the funky sauce Growing on the mushroom stamp Flaccid in my pants… Damn The Jolly green giant got em in a headlock The rain retains the kitty cat in the box Throwing the stones but keeps the rocks House of cards but please don’t knock I couldn’t get it up (get it up) Get it up (get it up) Ohh Ohh Ohh Death of an arising, the dawn of resurrection Thoughts are flying radio detection Physco maniac seems calm but I’m panicked Down on my knees because I just can’t stand it Grow with the flow that’s my only wish Fresh salt water with two dead fish Renew my taste buds with some teriyaki Pulled your goalie but I can’t play hockey Jolly Green giant climbling on your bean stock Electricity causes the shock Feel so pale when you got the lunch box A load of trouble stay’s in your frock I couldn’t get it up (get it up) Get it up (get it up) Ohh Ohh Ohh I Couldn’t Get it up Read me your glory story Unholy stachatory I couldn’t get it up (get it up) Get it up (get it up) Ohh Ohh Ohh I Couldn’t Get it up

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released November 27, 2012

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