"Kill The DJ" Lyrics

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy
In the holiness of old
On with Christian soldiers
Filled with jivin' mind control

The bull left on the dance floor
Ridin', runnin' red
The bullet that you asked for's killing you to death
Unless you....

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that fucker down."
We are the vultures the dirtiest kind
They cut you once in your heart and your mind

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
I'll pick up what's left in the club, a pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gommorah, in the century of thrills

The bull left on the dance floor
Ridin', runnin' red
The bullet that you asked for, killing you to death
Unless you,

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Hold him under water 'till the motherfucker drowns
We are the vultures the dirtiest kind
We'll cut you once in your heart and your mind

OOOHHHHHHH
Someone's gonna to get you boy
Shoot the fucker down

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucker down

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that fucker down."