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The dance floor looks like a funeral home And everybody's dressed like a rolling clone The doorman swears that he's bad to the bone And I'm starting to feel like I'm home alone You play your tunes behind loose cables Headphones on as you turn the tables You wave at the crowd like you're high on speed, But there is no crowd, just tumble weed Because... The music you play is shit And I really can't handle it So tell me... Who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even give me a name? I've been in the club for an hour or so, And the tracks that you play all sound the same I need a drink because your sounds are evil But the bar tender thinks that he's Eval Knieval He dances on the bar, expecting a cheer, Took me twenty minutes just to buy a beer You've loved these songs since you were a shorty SongtexteBut let's not pretend that you're younger than forty You can't tell the difference 'tween 'shit' and 'hit' And the people I'm with are ready to split Because... The music you play is shit And we really can't handle it So tell me... Who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even give me a name? I've been in the club for an hour or so, And the tracks that you play all sound the same Who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even remember his face? The music you play means nothing today, And you really need to be replaced I tried my luck and requested a song You said that you'd play it but you took so long... I sat like an idiot until the gong, But you never ever did play the fucking song Liar... Who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even give me a name? I've been in the club for an hour or so, And the tracks that you play all sound the same Who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even remember his face? The music you play means nothing today, And you really need to be replaced So who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even give me a name? I've been in the club for an hour or so, And the tracks that you play all sound the same Who the hell died and made you D.J.? Can you even remember his face? The music you play means nothing today, And you really need to be replaced D.J. D.J. D.J. D.J. D.J. D.J. D.J. D.J. Aus Songtexte Mania