the stooges
my 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