Em       Bm                C               G 
Ladadadada, I'm going to bury you in the ground, 
Em       Bm                C               G 
Ladadadada, I'm going to bury you with my sound. 
            Em                      Bm                     C     G 
I'm going to drink the red from your pretty pink face, I’m gonna 
            Em                      Bm                     C     G 
(Marceline, that's too distasteful!) (Oh, you don't like that? Or do you
 
just not like me?!)

Em                             Bm              C                    G 
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess, Is that what you want me to do? 
Em                                  Bm 
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect, 
             C                      G 
Like all your little loyal subjects do 
Em                    Bm             C                 G 
Sorry I'm not made of sugar, Am I not sweet enough for you? 
   Em                      Bm                 C                        G 
Is that why you always avoid me? That must be such an inconvenience to you

      C             Bm       Em            C 
Well, I'm just your problem. I'm just your problem 
                  C      Bm            Em            C 
It's like I'm not even a person, am I? I'm just your problem

      Em   Bm                  C              G 
Well, I____I shouldn't have to justify what I do 
Em   Bm                  C                 G 
I____I shouldn't have to prove anything to you 
    Em                 Bm             C                    G 
I'm sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your black list 
    Em   Bm                        C                       G 
But I____I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you

   C        Bm       Em            C 
So, why do I want to? Why do I want to...?

   Em                            Bm                          C   G 
To bury you in the ground... and drink the blood... from your... ugh!