We don't really care for interlopers (We're moletaurs)
We don't like to share our den with jokers (We barely have eyes)
Don't like outsiders and outsiders hate me (Skin)
Ugh, please don't touch me
Don't have patience for those surface ingrates (Now we're behind you)
They come down here and I'll make them inmates
Cause in short, this my court
And I'm sure to find you guilty as can be
But that's not fair!
Well, we think it is
'Cause when you fall from grace it's a long way down
And you'll have to face the ways of the underground
(The underground)
Because the law is fixed and the world needs rules
In the darkness, we don't suffer any fools (Moist)
Know I might seem demanding
But please understand this is how it has to be
(This is how it has to be)
A gavel in hand, I make you take the stand
And I'll find you guilty (She'll find you guilty)
Don't begrudge this old judge in our underground bureaucracy
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