歌词
Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy
In the holiness of old
Onward 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
The culture war's
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
My 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
'til the mother fucker drowns
We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind
OOOHHHHHHH
Shit's about to get you boy
Shoot the fucker down
[Repeat chorus]
Voices in my head say shoot that fucker down