Green Day - Kill the DJ lyrics
Green Day [East Bay, California. USA.]
[Green Day - Kill the DJ lyrics]
Wow! Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Walking after dark in the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy in
The holiest of holes
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 wars in your heart and your mind
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Walking after dark in the New York City park
Ooh, beer goggles left in the club
A pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gomorrah 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 underwater 'til
That motherfucker drowns
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind
The culture wars in your heart and your mind
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Someone's gonna get you, boy
Shoot that fucker down!
Someone kill the DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
Someone kill the DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
(Walking after dark) Someone kill the
DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
(Walking after dark) Someone kill the
DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
(Walking after dark) Someone kill the DJ
Shoot that fucker down, wow!
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!"
Walking after dark in the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy in
The holiest of holes
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 wars in your heart and your mind
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Walking after dark in the New York City park
Ooh, beer goggles left in the club
A pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gomorrah 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 underwater 'til
That motherfucker drowns
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind
The culture wars in your heart and your mind
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Someone's gonna get you, boy
Shoot that fucker down!
Someone kill the DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
Someone kill the DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
(Walking after dark) Someone kill the
DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
(Walking after dark) Someone kill the
DJ (Shoot the fucking DJ)
(Walking after dark) Someone kill the DJ
Shoot that fucker down, wow!
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!"