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 the DJ 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, someone shoot the fucking DJ Someone kill the DJ, someone shoot the fucking DJ Someone kill the DJ, someone shoot the fucking DJ Hold him under water til he suffocates and drowns
We are the vultures The dirtiest kind We'll cut you once In your heart and your mind
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Shit's about to get you boy Shoot the DJ 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 fucking DJ Someone kill the DJ, shoot 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