DC Sound Attack Songtext
von Clutch
DC Sound Attack Songtext
The optics of it are not important.
The public don′t give a damn.
I see you're in need of consultation now.
Everybody needs a sinister hand.
Naturally no sympathizer.
I′m a war monger, baby.
Gonna industrialize ya.
Trouble I love.
Peace I do despise.
I'm a war monger, baby.
I got blood in my eyes and I'm looking at you!
No, no, no, I′ve never worn no uniform.
Except for the ballroom blitz.
There′s no need for conversation here.
I prefer the dimmest intelligence.
Naturally no sympathizer.
I'm a war monger, baby.
Gonna industrialize ya.
Trouble I love.
Peace I do despise.
You′re a war monger, baby.
And you know you can't deny.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that′s the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that's the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
D.C. Sound Attack!
Let the rhythm hit ′em!
D.C. Sound Attack!
Drop the bomb! Look out!
I'm not one for sporting laurels.
I find honor rather trite.
Never let a sense of morals
Prevent me from doing what is right.
Naturally no sympathizer.
I'm a war monger, baby.
Gonna industrialize ya.
Trouble I love.
Peace I do despise.
You′re a war monger, baby.
And you know you can′t deny.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that's the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that′s the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that's the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
The public don′t give a damn.
I see you're in need of consultation now.
Everybody needs a sinister hand.
Naturally no sympathizer.
I′m a war monger, baby.
Gonna industrialize ya.
Trouble I love.
Peace I do despise.
I'm a war monger, baby.
I got blood in my eyes and I'm looking at you!
No, no, no, I′ve never worn no uniform.
Except for the ballroom blitz.
There′s no need for conversation here.
I prefer the dimmest intelligence.
Naturally no sympathizer.
I'm a war monger, baby.
Gonna industrialize ya.
Trouble I love.
Peace I do despise.
You′re a war monger, baby.
And you know you can't deny.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that′s the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that's the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
D.C. Sound Attack!
Let the rhythm hit ′em!
D.C. Sound Attack!
Drop the bomb! Look out!
I'm not one for sporting laurels.
I find honor rather trite.
Never let a sense of morals
Prevent me from doing what is right.
Naturally no sympathizer.
I'm a war monger, baby.
Gonna industrialize ya.
Trouble I love.
Peace I do despise.
You′re a war monger, baby.
And you know you can′t deny.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that's the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that′s the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Hell hounds on your trail.
What a pity.
But that's the price you pay
Shaking hands in Necro-city.
Writer(s): Jean-paul Gaster, Neil Fallon, Richard Timothy Sult, Dan Maines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com