грин дей - кил зе диджей | Текст песни

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Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy
In the holiest of holds
Onward Christian soldiers
Filled with jive and mind control

The blood left on the dance floor
Running running 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
Voices in my head are saying,
"Shoot that fucker down."

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Beer goggles left in the club
A pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gommorah
In the century of thrills

The blood left on the dance floor
Running running 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
'til the mother fucker drowns

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind

Someone's gonna to get you boy
Shoot that 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
(Walking after dark)
Shoot that 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"