Lyrics Killer Sounds - Hard-Fi

Killer Sounds

You gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let frustration be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
Said you gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let misfortune be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
My best friend died tonight, he didn’t make sixteen
So I’m gonna raise hell tonight like you wouldn’t believe
From Paris to Athens to the Barbary heat
Gonna take my revenge take it out on the streets
Gonna burn down my house, gonna light up the sky
If you’re killed by the cops you deserve to die
I think I’m through.
You gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let frustration be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
Dancing to the killer sounds, killer sounds
The rhythm of the gun, ammunition rounds
Turn me on, turn me in, turn him loose.
My best friend died tonight, he took his own life
He fought a war but he survived, then couldn’t deal with life
You’re a hero in hell but a problem at home
A killing machine now stuck in the wrong hole
You end up inside then out on the street
You sold all your medals to make some ends meet
Well thank you son!
You gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let frustration be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
Dancing to the killer sounds, killer sounds
The rhythm of the gun, ammunition rounds
Make the choice, turn him in, turn him loose.
You gotta play it cool…
Keep your head down brother!
Said you gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let misfortune be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
Cos it might not last for long…