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 hil under water
'til that 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 that fucker 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
Someone kill the DJ
Shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ
Shoot that fucker down
Someone kill the DJ
Shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ
Shoot the fucking DJ
Voices in my head say shoot that fucker down
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt, Mirwais Ahmadzai
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