Killer Sounds Songtext
von Hard‐Fi

You gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let frustration be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
I 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 16
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 deserved to die
I think I'm through
I said 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 life, ammunition rounds


Turn me on, turn me in, turn it 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 and out on the streets
You sold all your medals to make some ends meet
Well thank you son
I said 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 life, ammunition rounds
Make the choice, turn it in, turn it loose
I said you gotta play it cool
Keep your head down brother
(Cool, cool)
I said you gotta play it cool, real cool
You gotta let misfortune be a friend to you
And rejoice young man in your youth
'Cause it might not last for long
(Cool, cool, cool)