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SPREAD THE SICKNESS - INFECT THE WORLD

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 the 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?

 

Tell me you like it

Tell me you like it

Tell me you like it

Tell me you like it

SONG MEANING

“About the whole trend of these bands that all sound exactly like one another that all the labels seem to keep snapping up. No one is identifiable anymore. Not by their look, not by their sound, not by anything. It’s just another band wearing suits, another band wearing ties.”