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Hitcha
02:49
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Hitcha
Why did you do those things to me
Like write those letters that you didn’t mean
Crawling around for your attention
When I’ve finished with you there’ll be no more mention
CH: All I want to do is hitcha, hitcha, hitcha
All I want to do is hitcha, hitcha, hitcha
All I want to do is hitcha, hitcha, hitcha
Hit some sense into your insensitive world
No more mention of why your life runs dry
No more mention of how you made me cry
Why did you say those things to me
Like saying that you love me when you really wanna hit me
CH: All I want to do is hitcha, hitcha, hitcha
All I want to do is hitcha, hitcha, hitcha
All I want to do is hitcha, hitcha, hitcha
Hit some sense into your insensitive world
Lyrics: Steed Music: Immaculate Deception 1989
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2. |
Merchant of Emotions
03:57
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Merchant of Emotions
That beauty of failing is ever haunting
Nice to see what I think of future plans
In a perfect mind
Commanding a perfect living
Left right left right head up high
To say your sad would be a lie
If you want to be a man
Stretch and build and you’ll expand
And stop – I’m a merchant of emotion
I’m happy in blissful release
Is this a way of existence or a hope of death
No sun sets
Nearer, nearer I’m moving closer
Your friends aren’t famous but the famous are your friends
Your friends aren’t famous but the famous are your friends
High pretence
But low dedication
Futile fantasy
Background noise
Makes no difference
Makes no sense
Lyrics: Steed Music: Immaculate Deception 1989
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3. |
Increase the Speed!
01:51
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4. |
One Religion
02:24
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5. |
His Own Funeral
04:17
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His own funeral
I think you convinced the chosen few
The things you say you never do
Along time passed since you show your face
Now it’s too late to save your grace
Save your stance pseudo strength
Take empty mind from empty thought
You dropped now, you still keep dancing
Keep making remarks, keep prancing
Ch: he’s come to late, he’s come to late
For his own funeral
He’s come to late, he’s come to late
He’s crashed before the fall
Yesterday you were buried
Tomorrow you’ll sink deeper
Sink further in your attitude
Your eyes awake, minds a sleeper
Mind is defunct in manner
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Our fingers are pointing to the ground
Rest now and make no sound
Ch: he’s come to late, he’s come to late
For his own funeral
He’s come to late, he’s come to late
He’s crashed before the fall
Repeat ch: after solo
Lyrics: Steed, Webdale Music: Immaculate Deception 1989
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6. |
Sick
03:52
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Sick
Sick with stupidity
You abandoned your friends
For a pointless ride
A ride that holds no end…ha
A world in your mind
That you cannot destroy
And a world at your hands
That you can and will destroy
Sick with stupidity
Hide your face away
Avoid a central observation
Because you can’t face the day…ha
But still you fumble
In the darkness of emotion
Still you cannot see
How to harness that devotion
Are you happy with the problem you have
It doesn’t seem to matter
When you fool yourself in to believing
In a perfect world
Now you are week, now you are angry
Now you are unhappy, now you are Sick
Your friend is now the enemy
Your target is getting further
As you fight against your self
Your weakness becomes fiercer
Words: Steed, Webdale Music: Immaculate Deception 1989.
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7. |
The Entertainer
04:12
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8. |
Soul Settlement
07:24
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Soul Settlement
Well it can’t be beat that feeling so neat
You can get it from coke; you shouldn’t sell it when you’re broke
Can you really love, love, love a love like this
Touching, touching seconds of eternal bliss
No lies no lust no need to hide from the real feelings that lie inside
Is your soul settled or is it like a stormy night
Dark with horrible suggestions
Can you really love, love, love a love like this
Touching, touching seconds of eternal bliss
No lies no lust no need to hide from the real feelings that lie inside
No lies no lust no need to hide from the real feelings that lie inside
Give me strange religion that revolves around
The joy of giving the joy of sound (x4)
Touching caressing a sinful flesh is a matter of sin or a matter of..
A matter of whose desire it is a matter a of whose desire it is
A touching caressing a sinful flesh is a matter of sin or a matter of..
A matter of whose desire it is a matter of whose desire it is
Is your soul settled or is it like a stormy night
Dark with frightening suggestion
Can you really love, love, love a love like this
Touching, touching seconds of eternal bliss
No lies no lust no need to hide from the real feelings that lie inside
No lies no lust no need to hide (x8)
No lies no lust (repeat to end)
Lyrics: Steed Music: Immaculate Deception 1991
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9. |
Best for You
01:40
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10. |
Verbal Violence
03:24
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11. |
Safe As Houses!
02:26
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Safe as houses
My god there’s something happening
What are we going to do
Our people are revolting
With words of truth
We call in the planes drop all the bombs
Bomb it goes up bomb it goes down
Bomb it goes up bomb it goes down
Ch: Sitting in our safe American homes x4
My god it’s getting worse
They challenge our authority
They think they know better
They think it could be worse
Send in the troops
Send in the bullets
Bullet goes in bullet goes out
Bullet goes in bullet goes out
Ch: Sitting in our safe American homes x4
You should by now remember
You’re supposed to make a speech
Supposed to speak a difference
Supposed to speak the truth
And when it gets bad
We send in the army
Army fights in army fights out
Army fights in army fights out
Ch: Sitting in our safe American homes x4
Lyrics: Steed, Webdale Music: Immaculate Deception 1989
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12. |
Obsexed!
05:46
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Immaculate Deception UK
Hardcore Thrash Punk Five Piece
From Cambridge UK during the late 80's early 1990's. Seb Steed, Jay & Daz Webdale, Steve Siggs, Hugh Newman
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