Green Day - Kill The DJ

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 blood left on the dance floor runnin’, 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 Voices in my head are saying, “Shoot that fucker down.” We are the vultures The dirtiest kind We’ll 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 My pocket full of pills Sodom and Gommorah In the century of thrills The blood left on the dance floor runnin’, 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 underwater ‘Till the motherfucker drowns We are the vultures The dirtiest kind We’ll cut you once 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 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”