Зарубежный рок - 3 | Текст песни

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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 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

OOOHHHHHHH

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

Voices in my head say shoot the DJ down

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