Killer Sounds Lyrics

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 didnÂ't make sixteen
so iÂ'm gonna raise hell tonight like you wouldnÂ'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 youÂ're killed by the cops you deserve to die
i think iÂ'm throughÂ...

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, live ammunition rounds
turn me on, turn me in, turn him looseÂ...

my best friend died tonight, he took his own life
he fought a war but he survived, then couldnÂ't deal with life
youÂ'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 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, live ammunition rounds
make the choice, turn him in, turn him looseÂ...

i said you gotta play it coolÂ...
keep your head down brother!

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 longÂ...
cool, cool, coolÂ...

(Merci à Thorette pour cettes paroles)