Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Donegan
Guitar
David Draiman
Lead Vocals
Mike Wengren
Drums
John Moyer
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Donegan
Songwriter
David Draiman
Songwriter
Mike Wengren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Disturbed
Producer
Paul Pavao
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Johnny K
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ah, ah tell me you like it
Ah, ah tell me you like it
[Verse 2]
You say you found yourself a new sound
The ship'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, 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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
As the countless numbers hunger
For a 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?
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
As the countless numbers hunger
For a 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?
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
As the countless numbers hunger
For a 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
[Verse 10]
As the countless numbers hunger
For a 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?
[Verse 11]
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
Ah, ah
Ah, ah tell me you like it
Written by: Dan Donegan, David Draiman, John Moyer, Mike Wengren