Standard (EADGBE)

 Yeah you've got problems

 You wear a fashioned disease

 You're making progressive dysfunction

 With your physique

 Explains the logical conceptions

 For all your bone breaking deceptions

 You read into what all of this could mean

Verse 2

 Yeah I've got proble-e-ems

 I wear a jealous disease

 The epidemic that spins in obtuse degrees, yeah

 I've got my finger on

 The place you did me wrong

 And I've got pictures of

The awful things you've done

 To me

 And that's why I've got you on the run

Chorus

Kill me

To tune you o-out

So we can all be

Happy, without a do-oubt

 So you can worry less for me

Verse 2

Can you be happy for the times we shared?

Can you say 'thank you' for the ti-i-imes, I cared?

 I've got my finger on

 The place you did me wrong

 And I've got pictures of

The awful things you've done

 To me

 And that's why I've got you on the run

Chorus

Kill me

To tune you o-out

So we can all be

Happy, without a do-oubt

 So you can worry less for me

Kill me

To tune you o-out

So we can all be

Happy, without a do-oubt

 So you can worry less for me

Kill me

To tune you o-out

So we can all be

Happy, without a do-oubt

 So you can worry less for me