Disturbed:Sons Of Plunder

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“Sons Of Plunder”
Artist: Disturbed
Albums: Ten Thousand Fists (2005)

Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
You say you've found yourself a new sound
The shit's loaded and they're ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the 'hundredth time
One hundred more, another same sound
Running them off of the machine that you know
It sounds sublime, they're breaking new ground
They should have another hit this time

Come on
Can't you should 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 wild 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 that?

I'm still surrounded by the new sound
I've had enough and I'm ready to go
a strangle hope throughout the world now
The new obsession will fade in time
I fear 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 few this time

Come on
Can't you should 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 wild 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 that?

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 with fame

As the countless numbers hunger for world wild 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 wild 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 that?
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it