Sons of Plunder
Disturbed Lyrics


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Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
You say you 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 sounds 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
I 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 a plague from below
Killing all that I know
One hundred voices the same
Drench their sorrow in fame

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 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

Overall Meaning

Disturbed's song "Sons of Plunder" is a commentary on the state of the music industry and the endless cycle of recycled music that lacks soul and originality. The song starts with the singer being approached by someone who is excited about a new sound they have found, but the singer is unimpressed, feeling that it's just the same old thing dressed up with new packaging. Throughout the song, the singer laments the lack of originality and the constant need for worldwide renown in the music industry, as well as the "pimping sons of plunder" who perpetuate this cycle.


The chorus of the song asks the listener to question whether they truly like the music they are hearing or if they are just following the crowd. The bridge of the song brings up images of destruction and mindless conformity, leading the singer to search for answers to the larger questions at play. In the end, the song is a call for authenticity and originality in the music industry, urging listeners to find their own path rather than following the herd.


Line by Line Meaning

Tell me you like it
Asking for validation of an unoriginal and uninspired sound


You say you found yourself a new sound
Acknowledging someone else's belief in having discovered a fresh sound


The shit's loaded and ready to go
Claiming that the sound has potential and is ready to be sold


A bit too much just like the old sound
Critiquing the sound for being too derivative of existing music


Already heard it for the hundredth time
Expressing how tired the sound already seems


One hundred more, all have the same sound
Expecting other new music to sound just as unoriginal


Running around with all the sheep that you know
Criticizing the trend-following mentality of the music industry


"It sounds sublime, they're breaking new ground"
Mocking the empty praise given to unoriginal music


"They're sure to have another hit this time"
Sarcasm towards the predictability and commercial nature of the music industry


Come on, can't you just leave it alone
Urging people to stop imitating and copying existing sounds


It doesn't have any soul
Claiming that the unoriginal music lacks genuine emotion and authenticity


Just find a thing of your own
Encouraging artists to pursue their own unique style and sound


And stop pretending to know
Criticizing those who claim to innovate but are really just copying others


As the countless numbers hunger
Describing the desire for popularity and recognition in the music industry


For worldwide renown
The goal of achieving international recognition


All the pimping sons of plunder
Referring to greedy and exploitative music industry figures


Will roll up their sleeves
Will work hard to promote and sell the new music


All searching for the answers
Looking for the key to commercial success


They don't even care to know
Claiming that these industry figures are not concerned with artistic integrity


Give it to me
Asking for more of the unoriginal music


I'm still surrounded by the "new sound"
Stating that the music is still prevalent despite its lack of originality


I've had enough and I'm ready to go
Expressing a desire to move on from the unoriginal music


A stranglehold throughout the world now
Describing the overwhelming prevalence of the unoriginal music


The new obsession will fade in time
Believing that the trend of unoriginal music will eventually lose popularity


I think reminder of the past now
Viewing the unoriginal music as a throwback to earlier, already explored sounds


All convoluted, hardly ready to go
Describing the unoriginal music as messy and incomplete


Their whines and moans will never last now
Believing that the lack of authenticity in the music will cause it to become irrelevant


I think you've given us our fill this time
Feeling that the music has been overplayed and lacks staying power


As it's blown apart
The eventual end of the trend of unoriginal music


Hundreds thrown away
Countless unoriginal songs becoming obsolete


Makes me question, just what I believe
The reaction to the overwhelming amount of unoriginal music causes introspection


Brothers torn apart
The divisive nature of the music industry


Mindless drones enslaved
Feeling that the trend of unoriginal music is reducing creativity and encouraging conformity


Makes me search for an answer
Reflecting on the importance of artistic authenticity and meaning


I don't want to know
Acknowledging the difficulty of finding original and meaningful music


It's like a plague from below
Comparing the prevalence of unoriginal music to a harmful disease


Killing all that I know
The destructive effect of the lack of authenticity in popular music


One hundred voices the same
The repetitive and unoriginal nature of popular music


Drench their sorrow in fame
Describing the superficial nature of popular music with shallow lyrics and simplistic melodies




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAN DONEGAN, DAVID DRAIMAN, MICHAEL WENGREN, MIKE WENGREN

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@Ivaylodr5

Lyrics:
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it

You say, you 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 world wide 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
I'll 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 a 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 world wide 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

As the countless numbers hunger for world wide 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 world wide 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



@SamaelHellscrem

Ah, ah, tell me you like it
Ah, ah, tell me you like it


You say you've found yourself a new sound
This ship'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 a 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


Ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it
Ah, ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it
Ah, ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it
Ah, ah, ah, ah, tell me you like it



@RicardoJReyesElCallado

Guys this song feels like an issue that's hitting my country 🇻🇪 since 200 years ago.
We own a land to the east, in a jungle zone, British used to have their side that they bought to Dutch. But British started invading our land after they found out there was plenty of gold there. This led to a null firm of documents that gave British the power over the land. Later after we complained they agreed that said document was null but after they created a country to pass the problems onto them. Now we are attempting to recover the land, but those people don't want to give it to us because they only care to rob gold...
"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?"



@DOLGgenerals

Sons of Plunder (оригинал Disturbed)
Воришки (перевод ZLoBny из Санкт-Петербурга)

Tell me you like it
Скажи мне, что тебе нравится эта музыка


You say you've found yourself a new sound
Ты говоришь, что открыл для себя новое звучание,
The shit's loaded and ready to go
Ты записал это дерьмо на плёнку и готов её прокрутить.
A bit too much just like the old sound
Уж больно звучание похоже на то, что было раньше,
Already heard it for the hundredth time
Я слышу в сотый раз те же мотивы.
One hundred more all have the same sound
И ещё сотня других придёт с такой же музыкой,
Running around with all the sheep that you know
Окруженных стадом баранов, которые повторяют заезженные фразы:
"It's so sublime; they're breaking new ground"
"Это грандиозно! Они пробились на новый уровень!
"They're sure to have another hit this time"
"Зуб даю, что это будет очередной хит!"




Come on, can't you just leave it alone?
Слушай, не мог бы ты оставить музыку в покое?
It doesn't have any soul
Ты не вкладываешь душу в то, что создаёшь.
Just find a thing of your own
Просто найди то, к чему лежит твое сердце,
And stop pretending to know
И перестань притворяться, будто знаешь всё.


As the countless numbers hunger
Когда бесчисленные толпы жаждут
For worldwide renown
Всемирной славы,
All the pimping sons of plunder
Все эти жалкие воришки
Will roll up their sleeves
Закатают свои рукава.
All searching for the answers
Все ищут те ответы,
They don't even care to know
Которые им знать совсем неинтересно.
Give it to me, give it to me
Отдай её мне, отдай её мне,
You like it?
Тебе нравится эта музыка?


I'm still surrounded by the "new sound"
Я всё ещё окружен этим "новым звучанием",
I've had enough, and I'm ready to go
Но с меня хватит, я готов двигаться дальше.
A stranglehold throughout the world now
Пускай сейчас эта одержимость господствует по миру,
The new obsession will fade in time
Но со временем она ослабеет.
A thin reminder of the past, now
Слабое напоминание о прошлом, и сейчас
All convoluted, hardly ready to go
Всё запутано и едва готово к действиям.
Their whines and moans will never last now
Чужое нытье и жалобы не будут продолжаться долго,
I think you've given us our fill this time
Мне кажется, что в этот раз мы услышали достаточно.


Come on, can't you just leave it alone?
Слушай, не мог бы ты оставить музыку в покое?
It doesn't have any soul
Ты не вкладываешь душу в то, что создаёшь.
Just find a thing of your own
Просто найди то, к чему лежит твое сердце,
And stop pretending to know
И перестань притворяться, будто знаешь всё.


As the countless numbers hunger
Когда бесчисленные толпы жаждут
For worldwide renown
Всемирной славы,
All the pimping sons of plunder
Все эти жалкие воришки
Will roll up their sleeves
Закатают свои рукава.
All searching for the answers
Все ищут те ответы,
They don't even care to know
Которые им знать совсем неинтересно.
Give it to me, give it to me
Отдай её мне, отдай её мне,
You like it?
Тебе нравится эта музыка?


As it's blown apart
Когда всё разнесено на части,
Hundreds thrown away
И сотни людей отброшены прочь,
Makes me question just what I believe
Я начинаю задумываться о том, во что верю.
Brothers torn apart
Братья разлучены,
Mindless drones enslaved
Безвольные лентяи оказываются в рабстве,
Makes me search for an answer
И это заставляет меня искать ответы,
I don't want to know
Которые бы я не хотел знать.
It's like a plague from below
Это словно чума из ниоткуда,
Killing all that I know
Уничтожающая всё, что я знаю.
One hundred voices — the same
Сотня голосов — и все одинаковые,
Drench their sorrow in flame
Топят свои печали в огне.


As the countless numbers hunger
Когда бесчисленные толпы жаждут
For worldwide renown
Всемирной славы,
All the pimping sons of plunder
Все эти жалкие воришки
Will roll up their sleeves
Закатают свои рукава.
All searching for the answers
Все ищут те ответы,
They don't even care to know
Которые им знать совсем неинтересно.
Give it to me, give it to me
Отдай её мне, отдай её мне,
You like it?
Тебе нравится эта музыка?


Tell me you like it
Скажи мне, что тебе нравится эта музыка



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All comments from YouTube:

@lala97849

this was my song when i lifted 350KG for the first time as a deadlift, that part 2:25 hit at exactly the right spot to get me over the edge.

@Haredahlia

I listen to this when I’m extremely mad or sad because it’s my favorite song and it boosts my mental health just enough so I can keep going

@billyweible8185

Grow up

@Fuji5.0

​@@billyweible8185says you

@rotaqua4691

​@@billyweible8185 That was just unnecessary bro

@rotaqua4691

Same bro. You have good music taste ;)

@Noctazar

2:25 They didn't have to go this hard. But they did.

@loisraiver8035

that part is crazy

@cod2woman1zer

deadlift PR booster

@wearealljustclowns

THIS DAY SEPTEMBER 20 2005 THIS AMAZING MASTERPIECE WAS UNLEASHED ON THE WORLD. WHO IS HERE?

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