La-da-da-da-da

I′m gonna bury you in the ground

La-da-da-da-daI'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?

I 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

Ugh!