Idea of Fun
Attention thrills, and then it kills
They make you king, and make you I'll
'Til you're alone, dead on your throne
So my idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
Now is the season for war with no reason
Now is the season for war with no reason
They break your skin, when you're a kid
They steal your soul, and keep it hid
And that is why, I hate mankind
'Cause my idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun