Straighter than an upright blade of grass
More boring and dry than an empty glass
Got a permanent stick right up your arse
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Killjoy Killjoy
You're a f*cking killjoy
Making empty threats in corporate slang
In your mustard slacks and pale blue tan
It's a very thin thread on which you hang
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
The world is drowning in a sea of blads
Got no mojo got no class
Tasteless faceless bags of gas
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Killjoy Killjoy
Mother f*cking killjoy