La-da-da-da-da
I'm gonna bury you in the ground
La-da-da-da-da
I'm gonna bury you with my sound
I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna
Marceline, that's too distasteful
Oh, you don't like that?
Or do you just not like me?
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you, well
I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist
I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you, so
Why do I want to?
Why do I want to?
To bury you in the ground
And drink the blood from your
Ugh
