Idioma Origen:
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' the motherfucker 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
Voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that fucker down."
Idioma Destino:
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' the motherfucker 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
Voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that fucker down."