Paroles de Mr. Killjoy

Your shindig's kinda boring Shall I spike the punch with cyanide? I gotta warn you - you'll need a coroner tonite When you see me, better flee me When you hear me, better fear I help you from the fryer into the fire Nananananah - calling mr. Killjoy I'm the death of every party Nananananah - calling mr. Killjoy And I don't care if you don't like me I'm here to fix your troubles Rude force applied with some finess When people are the problem My hatchet always works the best (oh, yes, it will) I made you suffer and that doesn't feel right I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light How rude of me, a quick be-heading will end your fright