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Song: Sons of Plunder Artist: Disturbed Album: Ten Thousand Fists Year: 2005 Font: You Are Loved All rights go to Warner Music Group, Reprise Records, and Disturbed. Lyrics Ha, ha, tell me you like it Ha, ha, 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" (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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 fame! 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 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? Ha, ha, ha, ha Tell me you like it Ha, ha, ha, ha Tell me you like it Ha, ha, ha, ha Tell me you like it Ha, ha, ha, ha Tell me you like it!