The Underground

(Oh)
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 (oh)

Don't have patience for those
Surface ingrates (ooh, now we're behind you)
They come down here and I'll make them inmates

'Cause in short
This is 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)

I know I might seem demanding
But please understand this is how it has to be
(This is how it has to be)
But with a gavel in hand
I make you take the stand and I'll find you guilty
(She will find you guilty)

Don't begrudge this old judge
In our Underground bureaucracy



Credits
Writer(s): Megan Nicole Dong
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