[Crowd cheering and applauding] [ragged rowdy female hyena vocal, spoken] "Heh. Things are gettin' fuckin' heavy." [Crowd roars with more cheers!] [ragged rowdy female hyena vocal, spoken] "This is my fuckin' Last Will and Testament!" [Intro, ethereal opening with blistering banjo, heroic emotional spaghetti western nostalgia] [VERSE 1, ragged rowdy female hyena vocal with crust punk snarls and feral screams] Dear Prudence, you fuckin' saved our lives, Hyena cult and the lepers with knives. You found us mothers, and not just one! Happy childhood with twelve fuckin' nuns! Taught me justice and how to be strong, Pru, you're no second fuckin' fiddle, My fuckin' rock since we were little! [CHORUS, ragged rowdy female hyena vocal with crust punk snarls and feral screams] Keep runnin' fast, start livin' large, Keep up your light in the face of the dark. Look after my boys, they'll look after you, And I bet that Owl Boy'll fuck you, too. Cain't go soft, gotta get more loud! Or ya may as well lie down in a piss-soaked shroud. You're the hyena gonna save the world— Love, your little Scuzzy Girl! Yip! Yi ha haaaa!! [VERSE 2, ragged rowdy female hyena vocal with crust punk snarls and feral screams] Dear Bonesy, you fuckin' took me aback, When we found you in a crypt with your bony clacks. Weren't no mama, just a feral wild beast, But a li'l fuckin' bony boy fuckin' chose me. Got my banjo, and you got my claymore, Know yer the silent type, but how 'bout a roar? Look after my owl, he's got me afraid, He don't know's strength, and this is his fuckin' crusade! [CHORUS] Keep runnin’ fast, keep grinnin’ wide, Keep yer skull screwed on fuckin' strange with pride I know you're braver, I know you're good, And I know you can do more'n I ever could. Cain't go soft, gotta get more loud, Or ya may as well wrap up in a shit-stained shroud. You're the boney-boy gonna save the world— Love, your mama Scuzzy Girl! [VERSE 3, Female hyena vocal, still snarling and fast] AND YOU! Dear Dookie, you fuckin' bug-eyed bastard, If it weren't fer you, you beautiful bird, I'm fuckin' dead a thousand times over, 'Cuz you're my fuckin' four-leaf clover. You're the brother I fuckin' never had, And you could out-drink me, not fuckin' bad! But there's just ONE more thing you gotta do, But you got my sister, and my Toby, too! Yi ha ha ha! [Instrumental interlude, emotional and bittersweet banjo solo] [BRIDGE, still feral female hyena vocal, ragged and fierce but with a hint of sentimentality] Ain't much left of the world, huh? Probbly just feel like givin' up. If there's fuckin' one maggot or one fuckin' turd, Ain't that somethin' worth fuckin' fightin' for? So listen up, you booze-soaked fuck, You're gonna fuckin' use that devil's luck. And earn you a place with me in the sky, Fuckin' stuck with jizz to O Rye Yun's inner thigh!! [CHORUS, feral female hyena vocal over intense instrumentation, ragged and snarling, apocalyptic banjo intensity, climactic energy] Keep flyin' fast, don't fuckin' lose heart, Keep dustin' crops with pork rind farts! I miss you fucks, sure you miss me, too. And Zeb says "Hi!", if he's fuckin' gone to glue. Ain't gone soft, just got more loud, Forever pickin' banjo to a hellfire crowd. Now get out there and fuckin' save the world— Love, your little fuckin' Scuzzy Girl! [Banjo epic solo inspired by spaghetti western scores] [Outro, feral female hyena vocalist, ragged and screaming, crust punk snarling] P.S. Tell that Bone Boy, he's fuckin' all grown up... He's fuckin' tough enough to keep control. So nut up, boy, and find your true power... Fuckin' suck on that spoon and swallow that Litch's soul!!! [Extended instrumental finale, Climactic blistering banjo with emotional female raspy screaming] [Crowd cheers with wild applause]
