Kill the DJ Lyrics

>Am - G + Am - D - G (2x)
1. Walking after dark in a New York City park,
your thoughts are so unholy in the holiest of roles,
how would Christian soldiers feel with jivin' mind control ?
The bullet on the dance floor running, running red,
the bullet that you asked for is killing you to death unless you.
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the f*cking DJ !
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the f*cking DJ !
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the f*cking DJ !
Voices in my head are saying : Shoot that f*cker down !