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-I-I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I-I-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-I-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 ah
