Gree day караоке

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 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 They 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, a 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 he suffocates and drowns We are the vultures The dirtiest kind We'll cut you once In your heart and your mind OOOHHHHHHH Shit's about to get you boy Shoot the DJ 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 Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Someone kill the DJ, shoot 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."