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 yourahhh
God
