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 fucking 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 fucking killjoy