Tré Cool - k** the DJ lyrics

Walking after dark in a New York City park Your thoughts are so unholy in the holiest of old On with Christian soldiers filled with jivin' mind-control The blood left on the dancefloor running, running red The bullet that you asked for k**ing you to d**h Unless you [Refrain] Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ The voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that f**er down!" We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind The culture wars in your head 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 Gomorrah in the century of thrills The blood left on the dancefloor running, running red The bullet that you asked for k**ing you to d**h Unless you [Refrain] Hold him underwater 'till that motherf**er drowns We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind They cut you once, in your heart and your mind Someone's gonna get you boy Shoot that f**er down! Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ (Walking after dark) Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ (Walking after dark) Someone k** the DJ, shoot the f**ing DJ (Walking after dark) Someone k** the DJ, shoot that f**er down! [Refrain] Voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that f**er down!"