Transcript:
(not exactly what we said, but definitely what we meant... probably what we meant...)
His name was Fred and he was my friend
He lived in the town, he worked down the grocery store
And we met every sunday, we'd go out, then we'd go to the pool
But the day they came, they scrued up everything
Distroyed the city, they burned the grocery
Then they shot, yes they shot, they shot Fred in the head, yes
Now there lies the body of Fred with his red blood run up to the street
And now Fred is dead, and Marcha, his girlfriend, is crying
And eating those cakes that I made for myself
But then she started eating them and she was so sad
What the hell, what could I do? I didn't know
So I let her there, let her eat the cakes
Then I was hungry, spread hungry
But then why-y, why did they come?
Those bunnies, they came to our to-o-o-own
And they f***ed up everything
Those bunnies
Yeah, yeah, ye-es
I know they planned this for many years
Because they would not have those guns if they had no plan
Cause they'd need to buy them
And then, they probably had put them in the storage facility
So when they grouped to attack the city
They went there and got the guns and they started going out the streets, into every home
And shooting everybody as they did
Those bunnies, bunnies, bunnies, bunnies
Why-y-y-y-y they hate us so much
And now Freddy is dead, and Marcha's crying
And she's eaten my cake
And I'm sad because I'm hungry
And I hate those bunnies, with the big yellow eyes and those big floppy ears
And they are carrying those shotguns
And they are right now here
They are pointing the damn thing
And i don't know what to do
Why, why do you want to kill me?
Mr. Bunny, why?
Hey, Mr. Bunny, can we make peace?
Ah, hey, I do more cakes, they're delicious!
Look at Marcha eating them!
You can have them! Don't shoot me!
Damn... they shot me.
I'm dead.
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