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E.C.T.
03:40
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E.C.T.
Lobotomized Savage category 'A'
On the wrong end of a spike it's your privilege to obey
Male nurse rush in to sedate
No Strasbourg human rights debate
Your National Health fix is wearing off
All you got for Christmas is the Totenkopf
You've got eyes and ears but you've got no mind
Your too dumb and your too blind
You've got eyes and ears but you've got no mind
Frankenstein couldn't tell the time
(Frankenstein now your mine)
Practice makes perfect is their motto
Sedated from the truth in their grotto
The criminally insane ain't the real threat
It's the criminally sane and the way they get
You've got eyes and ears but you've got no mind
Your too dumb and your too blind
You've got eyes and ears but you've got no mind
Frankenstein couldn't tell the time
(Frankenstein now your mine
You've got pretty pictures, pictures of me, me and E.C.T.
Floodlit mental homes have security , secure for you or me?
Medical science is the name in the papers
By false white-coat PHD mind rapers
Don't be fooled like everyone
And sit next to an unexploded bomb
You've got eyes and ears but you've got no mind
Your too dumb and your too blind
You've got eyes and ears but you've got no mind
Frankenstein couldn't tell the time
(Frankenstein now your mine)
You've got pretty pictures, pictures of me, me and E.C.T.
Floodlit mental homes have security , secure for you or me?
Exploding with E.C.T
Your foaming with E.C.T.
Your choking with E.C.T.
(Lyrics - Don't Care 1994)
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SCEPTICAEMIA IN DRAG
03:32
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SEPTICEMIA IN DRAG
Jumped the train to the big city
Hostile space ain't so pretty
Wanted list dipping from the pile
Into punk your so vile
Freezing in your rat-squat
Bumming, what have you got? not a lot
White punk life's one big blur
Run from your past a Wolverhampton curse
Septicemia your superior
Septicemia your inferior
Tube-trains really freak you out
Cold faces your on walk about
Prowling streets got that grey city look
Downward spiral no-one gave a fuck
Septicemia your superior
Septicemia your inferior
...Dressed in black
stabbed you in the back
Found you in a sack
Septicemia your superior
Septicemia your inferior
infectious diseases...
diseased in the mind and brain and soul and everywhere!
(Lyrics - Don't Care 1994)
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FROM HELL
02:48
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FROM HELL
(Aah Aah) ....Go!
Monumental hatred or something more complex
Freemasonry attitudes only butcher sex
Only some come by that deathly end
With half a kidney death descends
Nobodies nothing going down the drain
Long Lizzy never, never had no brain
The hunt is on the pack reach out
With Sickert around you'd better watch out
Mad psycho surgeon out on the loose
No cop in London could silence his abuse
Mary Kelly only wanted some fun
Over your shoulder with the rest of the scum
So Masonic --- Your Demonic
(Aah Aah) ....Go!
Beyond reach in those Dark asylums
Lies the only answer to those acts of violence
Shielded protected on another social level
You've just sat down to dinner with the devil
Catch me, catch me, if you can c'mon
Catch me, catch me, if you really can
Coz I'm the real Son Of Sam
Why I kill by demand
You'll never understand
(Lyrics - Don't Care 1994)
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FUCK A NUN
02:36
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FUCK A NUN
Desecration Crusifiction
Subterfuge dereliction
Pornographic religion
Holy mother superior
Your clean blessed you own know sin
But underneath it all your just a cunt and tits
A cross up your crutch keeps you in trim
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em some religion
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em their religion
Get down on your knees gimme ten hail marys
Dressed in black to perform your orgy
The ultimate fuck by a cross
Stained sheets oh you've been naughty
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em some religion
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em their religion
here we go again
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em some religion
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em their religion
Your coming and going now you wanna bleed
Christianity can't give what you wants mad
Insanity has called your in the big league
Your Catholic religions real sad
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em some religion
FUCK A NUN FUCK A NUN
Give em their religion
(Lyrics - Don't Care 1994)
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TORCHA SHED Wolverhampton, UK
Wolverhampton, UK cult punk rock band who terrorized the UK for 6 years (Spring 1993-1999) when it wasn't fashionable or hip to be in a punk band. Featuring Peter Don't Care - vocals, Mark Nowhere - Guitar/B. Vocals, Vile Ending - bass and a succession of drummers (10 in all) including Borst Dwells, Flynn Mayhem, Martin Seven and Blip. Recorded 5 demo sessions + released posthumously 2 Vinyl 45's. ... more
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