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