Lyrics
Whoa! Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy in the holiest of holes
Onward Christian soldier filled with jive and mind control
The blood left on the dance floor runnin', 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)
Voices in my head are saying, "Shoot that fucker down!"
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind
The culture wars in your heart and your mind
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Ooh, beer goggles left in the club, a pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gomorrah in the century of thrills
The blood left on the dance floor runnin', runnin' red
The bullet that you asked for killing you to your 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 underwater 'til that motherfucker drowns
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind
The culture wars in your heart and your mind
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Someone's gonna get you, boy
Shoot that fucker down!
Someone kill the DJ (shoot the fucking DJ)
Someone kill the DJ (shoot the fucking DJ)
Someone kill the DJ (walking after dark) (shoot the fucking DJ)
Someone kill the DJ (walking after dark) (shoot the fucking DJ)
Someone kill the DJ (walking after dark) (shoot that fucker down, whoa!)
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"
