La da da da ta
I'm gonna bury you in the ground
La da da da ta
I'm gonna bury you in 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 shouldn't have
to justify what I do.
I shouldn't have to
prove anything to you.
I'm sorry that I e ist,
I forget what landed
me on your black list.
But 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
