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In my carcass, juice inside a carton | Tried to whack a mole and spray his guts in my garden | Beg your pardon, I'm visiting regarding
In my carcass, juice inside a carton Tried to whack a mole and spray his guts in my garden Beg your pardon, I'm visiting regarding Your offer from the other day, I think I almost got it Yeah, told him watch the ego, I got a couple kilos Waiting in my hammer, send you flying like it's Heathrow Wait, wait, wait, don't be angry by default This might be strategically good for us lethal I seen his teeth and I fancy a bite I said, "Fuck it, maybe pull up to the show tonight You can squeak rubbish up on stage with a mic And we can finally put our little group on a track" So we pulled up with him, the bouncers are broken He says the venue won't allow no animals or children On the area for the show, but the rabbit stays grinning He hops in through the ventilation system just to get in Microphone check, but the cable got corroded The bunny chewed through it and I think the way it holds it Hit the feedback, sound guy screaming at me 'Cause he had to hear that right inside his earwax Daisy passed the mic to me, I held it incorrect Put my fist around the top, I should've held the neck Fucking up my shit, I'm spitting, running out of breath But we played the song and did it with the other bands' check The rabbit pocketed the cash, green room snacks Getting snacks, dressing room of the headline act Found the door and then we dashed, heading to the cab Hit the gas, drive away, I think we hit a couple fans Don't know about this bunny or why we even need him (need him) Was feeling kinda weird about the carpet he was squeaking (squeaking) In the morning in the mail, we got a funny looking letter Told the rabbit grab it, lazy fucker starts to get up Slice the paper open, what's it saying? Let me check, uh, it's the label tryna sign us for a record Yeah, shit Blah blah blah, it's great to be connected Can you come to our office sometime in the next week? Look, I mean, I'm kinda skeptic We think the gimmick with the rabbit's quite effective Pull up to reception, told us take a left then Step onto the spiral stairs, 20 floors ascending Get up, Jesus Knock on door number seven Went inside the room, it's where the A&R's desk is He shook our hands, kinda squeezed 'em and it hurt it Subtle power move to make his dominance asserted Hi there, big fan, uh, newly converted I attended the show the other week, and I was lurking He said, "Where's my manners? You all look exhausted" Big ol' set of stairs, someone fetch the band some water This intern did, came back and he brought us One glass for the rabbit and meanwhile he ignored us I exchanged a look with Daisy, this is kinda strange Anyway, boss man, please cut to the chase Put his fingers 'round the buckles of his big briefcase Got a document out, turned it to the first page This is our vision in a nutshell, listen We'd like to put the rabbit in a front man position He pressed a button notifying his assistant Told him fetch a bribe and expedite our decision In the meantime, the second page was data analytics Concluding our core demographic's made of idiots With him, the rabbit's great, we would really like to milk The label keeps to turn the page to show us lots of lyrics In this song, he plugs prod dogs for commission Hologram concerts online making millions Dubious, swagless brands collabing with him When he dies, a posthumous record is releasing Nah, simmer down with the bollocks We in Seamus turn 180 degrees to leave the office Assistant pops back in and says he's got the Keys for a carrot-coloured Audi as an offer Wow, nice, where do I sign? I'd love to take the carrot vehicle for a drive (oh, no shit) Went to grab the pen before I could try We seen the paper touch the ink above the dots and the lines We were escorted out the office, dragged by the wrist Kicked to the curb, uh, fell into a bin 'Nother letter from the label, a cease and desist Says we need a new name 'cause the rabbit's taken sixth Worms like you were born as food for bigger fish Decapitated in the mouth, ejected in the shit I'm sorry that we operate within a cutthroat biz I think he knows the bottom line, we do the same to him And the rabbit says
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