Disturbed Son Of A Plunder Lyrics

Son Of A Plunder Lyrics

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