Kill the DJ - Green Day

Walking after dark

In a New York City park

Your thoughts are so unholy in the holiest of old

Onward Christian soldiers filled with jivin' mind-control

The blood left on the dance floor running, running 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…

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 running, running 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 underwater 'till that motherfucker drowns

We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind

The culture wars in your heart and your mind, 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

(Walking after dark…) Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ

(Walking after dark…) Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ

(Walking after dark…) Someone kill the DJ, shoot that fucker down!

Wow!

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!»