My Idea Of Fun کے بول

Attention thrills, and then it kills They make you king, and make you ill '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