Oh, here he comes, yeah, he's walking in the door,
With a stare so heavy, it shakes the dance floor.
We're all having fun, everyone's in a groove,
But The Killer's here to stop our every move.

He’s got a frown that could sink a ship,
Turning every laugh into a guilt trip.
With a voice like a buzzkill alarm,
Waving goodbye to our good time charm.

He’s The Killer, yeah Thy killer,
Bringing down the high like a dollar biller.
The killer, he's the vibe thriller,
Making every night feel like a Monday chiller.
Oh, The Killer’s here, yeah, The Killer’s near,
To suck the joy from the atmosphere.

He’ll tell you all the reasons that your dreams won’t fly,
Brings a raincloud to your bright blue sky.
He’s got a book of rules that we never knew,
And every single one ends with, “No can do.”

He’s got the kind of timing you can’t resist,
Showing up just when you’re feeling bliss.
With a look so stern, it could scare the fear,
And a list of complaints you don’t wanna hear.

He’s The Killer, yeah Thy killer,
Bringing down the high like a dollar biller.
The killer, he's the vibe thriller,
Making every night feel like a Monday chiller.
Oh, The Killer’s here, yeah, The Killer’s near,
To suck the joy from the atmosphere.

He’s got a special skill, a talent to destroy,
Every ounce of happiness, every bit of joy.
He’ll find the bad news in a perfect day,
Turn a sunny picnic into shades of gray.

He’s not a villain with a gun in his hand,
But he’s the silent killer of every plan.
He doesn’t need a knife, doesn’t need a fight,
Just needs a gloomy word to kill the light.

He’s The Killer, yeah Thy killer,
Bringing down the high like a dollar biller.
The killer, he's the vibe thriller,
Making every night feel like a Monday chiller.
Oh, The Killer’s here, yeah, The Killer’s near,
To suck the joy from the atmosphere.

So if you see The Killer, better walk the other way,
Or kiss your happy thoughts goodbye, don’t let 'em stay.
He’s got a heart of stone and a sigh so cold,
Turning all our stories into tales of old.
Oh, The Killer’s here, yeah, The Killer’s near,
To drain the life from all we hold dear...

He’s got a special skill, a talent to destroy,
Every ounce of happiness, every bit of joy.
He’ll find the bad news in a perfect day,
Turn a sunny picnic into shades of gray.
He’s The Killer, yeah Thy killer,
Bringing down the high like a dollar biller.
The killer, he's the vibe thriller,
Making every night feel like a Monday chiller.
Oh, The Killer’s here, yeah, The Killer’s near,
To suck the joy from the atmosphere...

He’s got a special skill, a talent to destroy,
Every ounce of happiness, every bit of joy.