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 ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Voices in my head are saying
"Shoot that ****** 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
Sodome 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 ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Hold him under water 'til he mother****** drowns.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind
They cut you once in your heart and your mind.
Uuuuh uuuuh!
************t's about to get you boy, shoot that ****** down.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Shoot that ****** down
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ******* DJ.
Voices in my head saying shoot that ****** down.