La da da da da
I'm gonna bury you in the ground
La da da da da
I'm gonna bury you with my sound

I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna

Sorry I don’t treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do

Sorry I’m not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you

Well, I’m just your problem
I’m just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I’m just your problem

Well, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn’t have to justify what I do
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you
I’m sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you

So why do I want to?
Why do I want to
To bury you in the ground
And drink the blood from your