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...

Oh, you don't like that?
Or you just not like me?

Sorry, I don't treat you like a God
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!
Well, I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you

I'm sorry that I exist
I forgot what landed me on your black list, well
I shouldn't have to be the one
That makes up with you, so
What do I want to?
What do I want to?

I don't have clue
I'm asking you, so
What do I want to?

And I guess that's why
I wanna bury you in the ground
And baby that's, why
I wanna bury you with my sound

I'm sorry that its this way
But I don't know what to else to say
'Cause I didn't mean to push all my friends away

'Cause I'm just your problem
And, I'm just your problem