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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