The Bunny Boy album(2008)OverviewTracksLyrics
Coinciding with the launch of the web series was the release of the Bunny Boy album. This consisted of more or less traditional songs that aided the telling of the story. Since they came out at the same time, the album's songs worked as clues of what would happen next in the series. The album, along with the web series, formed the basis on which the live show was structured.
- Boxes of Armageddon
- Rabbit Habit
- I'm Not Crazy
- Pictures from a Little Girl
- What If It's True?
- Fever Dreams
- Butcher Shop
- I Like Black
- Secret Room
- My Nigerian Friend
- It Was Me
- Golden Guy
- The Bunny Boy
- Blood on the Bunny
- I Killed Him
- The Dark Man
- Secret Message
- Patmos
- The Black Behind
Expand allBoxes of Armageddon
Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
Boxes sitting in my doorway, boxes someone left
For me to see
Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
For me to see
Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
For me to see
They were well-worn cardboard boxes, bulging from the weight
Of documents obsessed with mindless slaughter and decay
For me to see
Boxes that depicted a sad reality
Full of fiction and reflections of insanity
For me to see, For me to see
Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
For me to see
Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
For me to see
Boxes full of Armageddon, boxes full of death
For me to see
Boxes full of Armageddon (repeats)
BOXES FULL OF DEATH!
Rabbit Habit
If I see a rabbit, I grab it affectionately
I've got the rabbit habit and nobody has it like me
I love the rabbits and I know the rabbits love me
I love the rabbits and I know the rabbits love
I know the rabbits love MEEEEEEE
He loves the rabbits and he knows the rabbits love he
He loves the rabbits and he knows the rabbits love he
I love the rabbits and I know the rabbits love me
I love the rabbits and I know the rabbits love MEEEEEEEE!
I'm Not Crazy
I'M NOT CRAZY!
He was the one who came undone and had to run away - NOT ME!
He was the one who got dumped and hid out in a cave - NOT ME!
He was the one who thought his fun would never go away - NOT ME!
He was the one who succumbed to his own charade - NOT ME!
Life at first amused him, then callously abused him
Leaving him confused in a most peculiar way
And when this happened to him, he clearly came unglued and
Everyone who knew him said he was not the same
Everyone is crazy and all alone
Everyone is crazy and own their own
Everyone is crazy when they get lonely
Everyone is crazy and needs a homie
Everyone is crazy and NO ONE KNOWS that
Everyone is crazy in a one-man show
CRAZY!
Pictures From a Little Girl
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
She was five years old, precious and uncontrolled
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
She's only five, so the pictures are pretty crude, but anyone can recognize large faces covered with scratch marks, kind of like the paper had once been swarming with ants and she killed them all with her crayons. Or a horse, with its head is on the right side of the page and its body, feet sticking up in the air, on the left side and in between is a swollen little bump protruding from the page like a rancid boil about to explode.
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
She sent pictures of doom, drawn in a tiny bedroom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Oh yeah, and then was this greasy looking black spot surrounded by the word "NO!" scribbled a hundred times
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
Fear, terror, panic and doom
What If It's True?
What if the world was ending, and the only one that knew
Was missing except for a few apparently insane clues
Written on some postcards containing residue
Of blood and muddy footprints from a tennis shoe
A card said IT was coming and IT would be so HUGE
That IT could swallow all of us before it even CHEWED!
What if it's true?
What if it's true?
What if it's true?
What if it's TRUE?
What if it's TRUE?
What if it's TRUE?
What if it's TRUE?
What if it's TRUE?
Fever Dreams
Ever have a FEVER DREAM?!
I had a FEVER DREAM!!
A real bad FEVER DREAM!!
I HATE FEVER DREAMS!!
I was a ping pong ball
A jet black ping pong ball
Someone whacked the ping pong ball
Another one whacked the ping pong ball
Back and forth the ping pong ball went
Back and forth, the ping pong ball
Stopped in the air and I
Noticed that the pair
Of whackers looked like me!
Ever have a FEVER DREAM?!
I had a FEVER DREAM!!
A real bad FEVER DREAM!!
It repeated like a FEVER DREAM!!
It repeated like a FEVER DREAM!!
It repeated like a FEVER DREAM!!
I HATE FEVER DREAMS!!
I HATE FEVER DREAMS!!
I HATE FEVER DREAMS!!
...except, oh, sometimes ...I LOVE FEVER DREAMS!!
The Butcher Shop
When I was a little boy, I didn't have a dad
So I built a miniature butcher shop instead
In my mind I butchered hogs and cut off chicken heads
With little curiosity and even less regret
I wanted to be a butcher, a jolly butcher
Why doesn't everybody wanna be a butcher?
I would fill my display case with poultry, pork and beef
Taking pleasure from the allocation of my meat
I wanted to be a butcher, a jolly butcher
Why doesn't everybody wanna be a butcher? (repeats)
The Secret Room
He has got a secret room that protects him like a tomb
I have got a secret room, no one even knows it's there
I have got a secret room, it's full of tenderness and care
I have got a secret room, no one knows exactly where
I have got a secret room, I need it like a bird needs air
There's a big eyeball that sings, there's a duck with lifeless wings
And a bottle with a thing that no one knows
There's my favorite catfish and a boy with a blemish
And the butcher shop I wish that I could own
There's a girlfriend that I had who was good when she was sad
There's a silver helmet and a pig's jawbone
There's a deer foot on a shelf, and a picture of myself
Looking like a lonely elf that lost his home
He has got a secret room that protects him like a tomb
My Nigerian Friend
My Nigerian friend
My Nigerian friend
My Nigerian friend
Is gone
He said that he was hiding from the government
And said that he was dying and had to find a friend
He offered me some money, if he could use my name
I told him I liked bunnies, then he went away
My Nigerian friend
My Nigerian friend
I cried and cried again
For my Nigerian friend
It Was Me
It was me that got it wrong
It was me that got it wrong
It was just me who got hurt, yes, it was just me all along
It was just me who got hurt, yes, it was me that got it wrong
Someone called me in September, when he hurt his head
Someone called and I remember nothing else was said
Someone called and I believed it and became preoccupied
Someone called and I deceived myself... and now I know why
It was just me who got hurt, yes, it was just me all along
It was just me who got hurt, yes, it was me that got it wrong
It was just me who got hurt, yes, it was just me all along
It was just me who got hurt, yes, it was me that got it wrong
It was me
The Golden Guy
There was a Golden Guy, there was a Golden Guy
I loved to watch him fly, in the golden sky
There was a Golden Guy, there was a Golden Guy
I loved to watch him fly, in the golden sky
The Golden Guy was upper case, the Golden Guy was in first place
The Golden Guy was holding all the aces
The Golden Guy was in the news, the Golden Guy was blue suede shoes
The Golden Guy was secret rendezvous
The Golden Guy was samurai, the Golden Guy was legal high
The Golden eyes was infinitely white
The Golden Guy was French champagne, the Golden Guy was summer rain
The Golden Guy invented the fast lane
The Golden Guy was easy street sitting in the catbird's seat
The Golden Guy was melt-in-your-mouth meat
The Golden Guy could cast a spell, the Golden Guy was wedding bells
The Golden Guy had a voice like Elvis
The Bunny Boy
Because they were without joy, happy homes or funny toys
They called me the bunny boy, just to make me cry
Peter was my bunny's name, every time I called he came
Except the day he ran away
My mother found his hiding place and crawled inside as Peter ate
A carrot mommy used as bait
...and then she brought Peter out to me, standing in the rain, with tears running down my cheeks
They called him the bunny boy (repeats)
Blood on the Bunny
I know that I'm dreaming, I hear myself snore
I know that my feet are greasy with gore
I know that I'm dreaming, I hear myself snore
I know that my feet are greasy with gore
They're greasy with gore
They're greasy with gore
and... there... will... be... more...
There's blood on the bunny, there's blood on the floor
There's blood on the funny face he adored
There's blood on the bunny, there's blood on the floor
There's blood on the bunny
There's blood on the bunny
There's blood on the bunny
There's blood on the bunny
and... there... will... be... more...
I Killed Him
Every now and then I dream I killed my brother Harvey
Every now and then I dream I killed my brother Harvey
I've done it so many times they all squish together, a mixture of screams, blood, and ugly gaping wounds. But my favorite Harvey death is more subtle and indescribably delicious in its combination of tension and torture. In this one he's tied to a chair, completely helpless. Next to him, on the ground, is a vacuum cleaner - one of those tubular kind with a hose, like a large snake, winding its way out of the canister and up into Harvey's mouth, where it's securely duct-taped into place. Close by is a timer that the vacuum cleaner is plugged into. Slowly, the timer counts down to the point where it will eventually power up the vacuum, instantly sucking all the air from Harvey's lungs, leaving him desperately struggling against the relentless and unstoppable suction of a mad and merciless machine.
Every now and then I dream I killed my brother Harvey
The Dark Man
The Dark Man
The Dark Man
There were pictures of my own family
In the shadows was someone watching me
He was little more than a silhouette
With a restrained feeling of regret
The Dark Man
The Dark Man
In one of the pictures, his... his hands are desperately clinging to his face, like maybe it was on fire and he smothered it out with his fingers... but I know, that sounds crazy
Secret Messages
He thought that it was telling him the way the world would end
Unless he saved it with a mirror and a special friend
I thought that he was crazy, I thought he was insane
Until that day the New York Times seemed to know my name
He saw a secret message
He saw a secret message
He saw a secret message
In the newspaper
He saw a secret message
He saw a secret message
He saw a secret message
He saw a secret message
Patmos
PAT-MOS
PAT-MOS
PAT-MOS
PAT-MOS
It's an island, lost in the sun
It's an island, lost in the sun
PAT-MOS
PAT-MOS
PAT-MOS
PAT-MOS
It's an island
Lost in the sun
The Black Behind
BLACK!
BLACK!
The black behind The black behind
The black behind The black behind
I never look behind me, I feel it in the air
I never look behind me, endlessly I'm scared
Everything is black, everything is black, everything is black
If you look behind
I know it's waiting for me, I sense it everywhere
I know it's waiting for me, pretending not to care
Everything is black, everything is black, everything is black
If you look behind
The black behind The black behind
The black behind
There is nothing, there is nothing but
The black behind, the black behind, the black is behind everything
Sneaking, creeping, hiding in the shadows and waiting
Waiting for the naive, waiting for the unaware
Waiting for the careless and those that aren't scared
To be sucked in, sucked in to the black behind
The black behind, the black behind, the black behind
The black behind The black behind
I never look behind me, I feel it in the air
I never look behind me, endlessly I'm scared
Everything is black, everything is black, everything is black
If you look behind
