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  • Disturbed »

    Disturbed Son Of A Plunder текст песни

    Son Of A Plunder

    Sons Of Plunder: Disturbed

    Tell me you like it
    Tell me you like it
    You say you found yourself a new sound
    The shit’s loaded and ready to go
    A bit too much just like the old sound
    Already heard it for the hundredth time
    One hundred more, all have the same sound
    Running around with all the sheep that you know
    It’s so sublime, they’re breaking new ground
    They’re sure to have another hit this time

    Come on
    Can’t you just leave it alone
    It doesn’t have any soul
    Just find a thing of your own
    And stop pretending to know
    As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown
    All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
    All searching for the answers they don’t even care to know
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    You like it?

    I’m still surrounded by the new sound
    I’ve had enough and I’m ready to go
    I’ll stranglehold throughout the world now
    The new obsession will fade in time
    A thin reminder of the past now.
    All convoluted hardly ready to go
    Their whines and moans will never last now
    I think you’ve given us a fill this time

    Come on
    Can’t you just leave it alone
    It doesn’t have any soul
    Just find a thing of your own
    And stop pretending to know
    As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown
    All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
    All searching for the answers they don’t even care to know
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    You like it?

    As it’s blown apart, hundreds thrown away
    Makes me question just what I believe
    Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved
    Makes me search for an answer
    I don’t want to know
    It’s like a plague from below
    Killing all that I know
    One hundred voices the same
    Drench their sorrow in fame

    As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown
    All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
    All searching for the answers they don’t even care to know
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    As the countless numbers hunger for world wide renown
    All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
    All searching for the answers they don’t even care to know
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    You like it?
    Tell me you like it
    Tell me you like it
    Tell me you like it
    Tell me you like it



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