The Bunnypocalypse from Summerween Surf by Aurelio Voltaire featuring Satan's Pilgrims

Meep!
I got out of bed
It was Easter morning
Only 8am
I should still be snoring
Then I heard a cry
Coming from the crypts
And there before my weary eyes
Was a Bunnypocalpyse

I was kind of stunned
I looked all around
There were Sleazter eggs
Scattered on the ground
Then they cracked wide open
And coming out in waves
Was a zombie bunny horde
From beyond the grave

A black cat crossed my path
And said I had nothing to fear
Hey cat you don’t know jack.
Cause the Haremageddon’s here
A tap tap, a double tap
To send them back to their crypts
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
For The Bunnypocalypse
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
For The Bunnypocalypse

I turned and there I saw a druid
He was mixing up some magic fluid
He told me Easter was a pagan holiday
It’s been Christian long enough
And we’re taking it back today

I called old Chuck Norris
And the Boondock Saints
Called the pope in Rome
They all told me to wait
I called Bruce Campbell
Got him on the phone
He said keep your chin up boy
Cause now your on your own

A black cat crossed my path
And said I had nothing to fear
Hey cat you don’t know jack.
Cause the Haremageddon’s here
A tap tap, a double tap
To send them back to their crypts
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
For the Bunnypocalypse
Keep a gun at your hips
And a prayer on your lips
For the Bunnypocalypse

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