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,
Em      Bm               C           G
I'm going to-- (Marceline, that's too distasteful!) (Oh, you don't like that? Or do you 
just not like me?!)

Em                             Bm
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess,
C                           G
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                    B7
Sorry I'm not made of sugar,
C                     G
Am I not sweet enough for you?

Em                     Bm
Is that why you always avoid me?
C                                     G
That must be such an inconvenience to you

C7                  B7
Well, I'm just your problem
Em            Cmaj7
I'm just your problem

C7                       B7
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
Em            Cmaj7
I'm just your problem

Em      Bm                C       G
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
Em Bm                C       G
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 shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you

C7           B7       Em       Cmaj7
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!