Rabbit(Explicit)

Pack it up, cut the losses

Another long night of writing duds in the office

Wind your neck in, pull the socket

New song sounding like a stain in some boxers

Mixdown really sucks

Guess I gotta suck it up

Shut the laptop, get the door

Then we lock it up

Four in the morning

Leave the studio sulking

Walk of shame

Stepping with the eyes all swollen

Pressed a couple buttons and we muddied up the whole mix

Now we’re walking home and calculating how we might quit

I think we walked for maybe twenty minutes

Heard a rustle in a bin — what the fuck — so we looked in it

There was a little orange rabbit peeping out

Maybe he’d been trailing right behind us for a while

Told him hit the road, covers blown, you should jog on

Piss off — but he kept hopping

And the bunny said…

“What are you saying? I don’t speak it.

All this rabbit gibberish that you’re squeaking.

I only got on me like 50p,

No carrots or whatever you eat.”

Shit kicker, your time’s ticking

You best dip off, there ain’t shit to eat for dinner

I tried to squish it, my boot missed it

Little dickhead, the bunny skipped off into the distance

The next morning we rock up and unpack

Listen back to the tune — yep, it’s still clapped

And as I’m dragging the file, putting it in trash

We heard a knock on the door — fuck, he’s come back

Scumbag let himself in, the door swung back

Thought about stamping him flat, I should’ve done that

Hopping round critiquing our song, he said it sounds bad

Then he let himself in the booth and the rabbit says:

“What the fuck, I’ll admit it —

Rabbit’s literally spitting.

Do you… that was a nice addition.

Shit, I’ll admit it.

Do you have a publisher?

And how should we split it?

50/50 or whatever digits would fit it?

I think this shit might have literally fixed it.”

The rabbit said he spit it just to get it off his mind

He thinks our band is flopping and the numbers on decline

If we can raise a hundred K then we can hit his line

Then he bunny-hopped right out the window with the file