Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sons of Plunder , by - Disturbed. Song from the album Ten Thousand Fists, in the genre Release date: 18.09.2005
Record label: Reprise
Sons of Plunder |
| Tell me you like it |
| Tell me you like it |
| You say you’ve 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 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? |