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