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Dan Donegan
Dan Donegan
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David Draiman
David Draiman
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Mike Wengren
Mike Wengren
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John Moyer
John Moyer
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Dan Donegan
Dan Donegan
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David Draiman
David Draiman
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Mike Wengren
Mike Wengren
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Disturbed
Disturbed
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Paul Pavao
Paul Pavao
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Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
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Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
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Johnny K
Johnny K
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Ah, ah, tell me you like it Ah, ah, tell me you like it You say you've found yourself a new sound This ship'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 worldwide 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 A 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 our 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 worldwide 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 flame As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide 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 worldwide 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 Ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it Ah, ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it Ah, ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it Ah, ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it
Writer(s): David Draiman, Mike Wengren, Dan Donegan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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