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Clubfoot
01:23
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Hey baby I got clubfoot,
hey mama I got clubfoot.
Isn’t that neat?
I can’t hardly even walk,
I can’t even put on socks.
Isn’t that neat?
I got clubfoot I can hardly walk.
I got clubfoot can’t put on socks.
I got clubfoot and I can’t get a date
I got clubfoot and I’m full of hate!
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Boycott Israel
01:37
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Here comes Israel on a weekend cruise.
Killing everyone that’s not a Jew.
There is nothing left in West Beirut.
Expect a couple hundred dead marine recruits.
Let Monachem go begging, let Israel die.
We gave them a piece
now they want the whole pie.
Let Monachem eat bacon,
what’s Arafat contrived?
Now the big war is in his own Tribe.
It’s all one big religious thorn.
The Same holocaust that you came from.
Trained in concentration camps…
…now the Torah is Mein Kaupf?
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Robotman
01:07
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I think your middle age world is fucked.
I think your middle class minds are stuck.
I think your middle of the road laws are blind.
I think your meddle with the world too much.
I think your middle age body is sick.
I think your middle class morality is not.
I think your middle of the road music is puke.
I think your meddle with the world too much.
Don’t look at me, don’t look at me.
I’m not a Robotman.
Can’t exploit me, can’t exploit me.
I’m not a Robotman!
I think your middle aged world is fucked.
I think your middle class reality is fake.
I think your middle of the road trends are dumb.
I think your meddle with our world too much.
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I Wish I Was Dead
01:25
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I wish I was dead and then I won’t have to put up with ignorant fuck-ups like you anymore.
The things you say make me just so insane
I just want to put a bullet to my brain
and end this pain!
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Life Sucks
02:48
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Life Sucks!
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Hinkley's Brain
01:03
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John Hinckley Jr.’s brains not dead.
It’s leading subliminal armies instead
It’s insane, I’m insane,
it’s turned its power to pain
It’s insane, I’m insane,
it’s Hinckley, it’s Hinckley’s brain!
All insane assassins will be relieved,
cause Hinckley’s the one the jury reprieved.
It’s insane, I’m insane,
it’s had its power regained.
It’s insane, I’m insane,
it’s Hinckley, it’s Hinckley’s brain!
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Beheaded Mammals
00:38
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Look at those animals without heads.
Look at those animals playing dead.
Humans fried them, humans baked them,
humans skinned them, humans fucked them,
humans ate them, I can’t stand it!
Look at those animals gagging for breath.
Look at those animals waiting for death.
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Radio Cuba
02:10
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The rebel and the fascist are in a cold war.
Control of your mind is what they’re fighting for.
Mass propaganda at the turn of the switch.
It’s Radio Cuba and there’s nowhere that it’s missed.
It’s futile Fidel, Ronnie can’t loose.
It’s futile Fidel, Ronnie’s got the noose.
It’s all Radio Cuba and there’s nowhere that it’s missed.
It’s all Regan vomit and Fidel sure is pissed.
Ronnie and Nancy were listening to the “Red Hoard.”
So they hooked up their Sony and talked to the world.
They said, “Listen to me and the world will be alright.”
“Listen to me and the World will end tonight.”
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Leavin'
01:26
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Call of the Lizard
01:09
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Somebody Died
00:15
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Somebody Died! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Somebody Died! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Somebody Died! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Somebody Died! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Who cares?
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My Submission
01:23
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Punk rock punk beat gets in my head.
Guitars are the reason I can’t get to sleep.
Basses make me slam into you who ever you may be.
Drums beat me into submission.
Singers voice say the world is falling apart,
as I stay awake and slam you into submission.
Singers voice say the world is falling apart,
as the drums make me slam into you
until I’m beaten into submission.
Bruised defeated insomniacs like me,
can’t wait for the end.
When the dancing stops the song is over!
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Le's Dance
01:13
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Come on fuck face lets slam,
while Corporate Whores kick out the jams.
When the blood runs off my face,
then we will fuckin' trash this place!
Come on fuck face let’s dance.
Slam ourselves into a trance.
When we wake up on the floor,
we’ll get up and do it some more.
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Love Song
01:47
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I saw my baby and I wanted to die!
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The End
02:59
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This is the end my only friend.
This is the end beautiful friend.
This is the end of our elaborate plans.
This the end of everything that’s said.
Can you picture what will be so limitless and free.
Desperately in need of a stranger’s hand
in a foreign land. So I walked on down the hall.
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Corporate Buttfuck
01:38
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19. |
We Drove Slow
03:49
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20. |
We Will Build
02:34
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Scream
00:16
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22. |
Baboon Song
02:43
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23. |
Ashtray Overflow
01:55
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24. |
Mudslide vs Shark Attack
04:14
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Disillusion Music Label Seattle, Washington
Disillusion Music Label started out in 1987 as Disillusion Records and was brought back in 2008 by Slug Useless. It is the
home of the music from the artist "Art Vandal."
Check out more bandcamp pages from other Disillusion Music Label artist, the Corporate Whores & Useless Pieces of Shit.
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It Is Written
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Useless Pieces of Shit is a band name that you may not be familiar with but in the 1980's they were a hardcore punk rock band with a live show second to no other band of its type at the time.
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Revenge of the Whores
by the Corporate Whores
Corporate Whores formed in Tucson, AZ in the fall of 1981 by Phil Pratt-drums, Diane Griffin-bass, & Dennis McKeown-guitar. Their shows were high energy, loud, & noisy.
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Roaring guitar pop big on blistering riffs and candy-coated vocal melodies.
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