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
Oh, do you not like that or do you just not like me?
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 you 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?
I 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 shouldn't have to justify what I do
I-I-I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist
I forget what landed me on your black list but
I-I-I shouldn't have to be the one
Who 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
Ugh!
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