[BUNNYBUNBUN (STREET-GRIT ANTHEM)] [INTRO — blown amp, distorted bass, stick clicks] One, two— One, two, FUCK YOU! (Amp squeals; wicked laughter) City streets, baby! Concrete teeth out! Grrr-grrr-rl, you know what we’re about! BunnyBunBun! (Sweet whisper turns feral) Ain’t nobody puttin’ my girl in a box. KICK THAT SHIT! [CHORUS — bratty half-sung, half-shouted] I got a friend named BEL! She cool as HELL! Heart so big make a mean little kitten sit still. Owns the moon, ain’t sellin’ that shit, Got the whole damn horizon lookin’ up at it. Stars in her eyes, got tears that shine, Soft kinda soul in a hard-ass time. World can choke on its hypocrisy— My girl gives a damn about HUMANITY! I love her, she loves me— Take that shit up with the galaxy! Two weird-ass hearts, no permission to seek; That’s my BunnyBunBun, and she’s stuck with me! [VERSE 1 — distorted bass, garage drums, raw edge] Asphalt sweatin’, got heat in my teeth, Whole damn world’s actin’ brand-new stupid to me. Everybody’s got a sermon, everybody’s got a take, Everybody wants your heart till there’s somethin’ yours to break. There’s Bel, stars tangled up in her hair, Moon in her pocket like she put that shit there. Golden-heart trouble, sweet little smile, Makes this black cat purr when the world’s gone vile. Ain’t dressin’ it up, ain’t makin’ it sell— She’s my friend, she’s my person, knows me too damn well! (Ad-lib: GIRL, DON’T START!) Glitter on the boots, dirt under the nails, Big feelings, sharp tongue, and a heart that don’t fail. We speak in weird noises, don’t gotta explain, Distance can kiss my ass; love don’t play them games. [PRE-CHORUS — crooked claps, close-mic smirk] World’s got a mouth and it’s runnin’ real loose. I got my girl, got my claws, got the truth. Keep your little rules and your bargain-bin cool. We ain’t auditionin’, sweetheart. WE AIN’T ASKIN’ YOU! [CHORUS — full band, gang vocals] I got a friend named BEL! She cool as HELL! Heart so big make a mean little kitten sit still. Owns the moon, ain’t sellin’ that shit, Got the whole damn horizon lookin’ up at it. Stars in her eyes, got tears that shine, Soft kinda soul in a hard-ass time. World can choke on its hypocrisy— MY GIRL GIVES A DAMN ABOUT HUMANITY! (BGV: SHE GIVES A DAMN!) (Ad-lib: BUNNY! BUNNY! BUN-BUN-BUNNY!) [VERSE 2 — riot-grrrl guitar, trap-soul 808] Ain’t gonna sit here and pretend I’m refined, Got a junk drawer rattlin’ around in my mind. Black cat heart and a mouth like a blade, Opinions so loud make the furniture shake. But Bel makes kindness look tough as hell, Soft in this world? That’s a story worth tellin’. Don’t need a spotlight to be somethin’ divine, She’s moon through the blinds on a bad damn night. People act like caring is a weakness— Busted little worldview. I don’t fuckin’ need it! (Ad-lib: THROW IT AWAY!) Humanity’s a mess with its head up its ass, But she sees a person underneath all that trash. Tears for the hurting, stars for the lost, Still gives a damn when it comes at a cost. If that’s uncool, uncool’s my religion. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a heart that’s still livin’. Listen up, honey, take heed: Don’t mistake gentle hands for a girl who won’t lead! [BRIDGE — floor toms, fuzzy bass, intimate spoken drawl] You know what gets me? Whole damn world makes a hobby outta hurtin’ folks, Then acts surprised when somebody grows claws. And here comes Bel— Moon, tears, stars, still givin’ a damn like caring ain’t some radical act. Well, shit. Maybe it is. Maybe bein’ kind while everybody’s actin’ feral is the biggest middle finger you can throw. (Beat stops.) To the boys who think a loud girl needs to hush? You mistook the volume for the message, sweetheart! (Bass slams back in.) I ain’t gotta own her. I ain’t gotta change her. I just get to love her. And she gets to love me. That’s the whole damn miracle. BUNNYBUNBUN, MOTHERFUCKER! [BREAKDOWN — half-time drums, distorted bass, gang shouts] WHO’S GOT HEART? — BEL’S GOT HEART! WHO GIVES A DAMN? — WE GIVE A DAMN! WHO OWNS THE MOON? — SHE DOES, APPARENTLY! WHO’S GONNA SELL IT? — NOT THIS FAMILY! GRR-GRR-GRRL! PAWS OUT! FANGS OUT! LOVE LOUD! EVERYBODY, MAKE SOME FUCKIN’ NOISE! [FINAL CHORUS — maximum distortion, layered shouts] BEL! BEL! COOL AS HELL! GOLDEN HEART, AND YOU KNOW HER WELL! MOON UP HIGH, STARS THAT SHINE— THAT WEIRD-ASS GIRL IS FOREVER MY KIND! I love her, she loves me— That’s the kinda math that comes naturally. Keep your fake gold, your approval, your ring; We got love, got claws, got EVERYTHING! BUNNY! BUNNY! BLACK CAT! PINK TEETH! MOON GIRL! NO APOLOGY! YOU DON’T GET TO TELL US WHAT LOVE MEANS! [OUTRO — feedback squeal, stumbling drums, amp hum] (Sweet voice) BunnyBunBun, baby. (Beat.) Bel, I love your weird ass. (Distorted scream: GRRR-GRRR-GRRRRL!) (Off-mic laughter) Yeah. That’s my girl.
