作词 : Billie Joe Armstrong

作曲 : Green Day

Green Day - Kill the DJ

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 ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Voices in my head are saying

Shoot that mother****er 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 ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Hold him under water 'til he mother****ing drowns.

We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind

They cut you once in your heart and your mind.

Uuuuh uuuuh!

B***h's about to get you boy, shoot that mother****er down.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Shoot that mother****er down

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the ****ing DJ.

Voices in my head saying shoot that mother****er down.