Leatherface - k** Dj's lyrics

Missing link encrusted in diamente Polishing turds in the name of records Call a turd a tune give me Keith Moon Let the music play because if you speed It up again I might k** you It's the only way we'll get anything new today And you remember this you played it first Took it off and played something worse Will I have to k** you where'd those drums come from Grease proof paper hit by old scones and someone pays you And the sick and the tired we are so sick and tired Of familiar tunes I'll just have to k** you and I'm sick and tired Of familiar tunes will I have to k** you *man* They hate the music they play k** DJ's for f** sake Remember when you'd hear a song you sing it all day long Every word had meaning to in one hundred years you'd Still remember every word millennium fever is truly here And give a hippy a gun he'd sample it a for a drum But me I'd have to k** you And the sick and the tired are so sick and tired Of familiar tunes now I'll have to k** you and the sick and tired Of the tunes I'll have to k** you and They hate the music they play k** DJ's for f** sake You missing link encrusted in diamente Polishing turds in the name of records Call a turd a tune why not me Keith Moon That's why I'll k** you and Leave me alone and give me a tune for f** sake