Knights of Infamy

by The New Players

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Martin Marmol Epic groovenes!! As if The Red Hot Chili Peppers grew balls back. Favorite track: Monday 12:17.
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released November 27, 2012

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Track Name: Monday 12:17
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
Track Name: Annie Tie Me Down
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
Track Name: Burnt Beans
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
Track Name: Juno & The Paycock
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
Track Name: Sir Flaccid
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