POST-MODERN BLUES
© Greg Keeler 1988

Bunny Hell

There was once a wealthy fellow,
Who could do as he would choose,
And he believed that mother nature
Was just there for him to use.
So he had the mountains torn apart
And carted off in trucks.
And he had the rivers dammed up
for a couple extra bucks.
He didn't think about the creatures
As he tore apart their homes
Or of all the lives he cancelled
When he dialed his telephone.
He even had a redwood forest cut,
Just to pay off some junk bonds,
But before the job was finished,
He began to have some qualms.
'Cause as they cut down that last redwood,
He heard a bunny scream.
Then all his worst fears took the form
Of bunnies in his dreams.
And all the bunnies yelled at him
And shook their bunny fists.
Then all the bunnies laughed at him.
It sounded just like this.

Chorus: (a series of diminished chords imitating bunny laughter)

There was once a mighty fellow,
Who'd do anything for power.
He'd plot, connive, and scheme and plan
Most every waking hour.
To achieve the highest offices
And some day rule land
And build monuments unto himself
If all went as he planned.
But little did the public know,
Though this man was strong and tall,
Both his intellect and part of his
Anatomy were small.
That's why he wanted great big things
Like nukes in his control.
Without them he felt incomplete,
But with them he felt whole.
And no human knew his secret.
At least, that's the way it seemed,
But those bunnies, they weren't human,
yes, those bunnies in his dreams.
And all the bunnies pointed
To the place where he was small,
And pretty soon those bunnies,
they were laughing one and all.

Chorus

There was once a pious fellow,
And one thing he knew quite well--
That those who disagreed with him
Would some day go to hell.
So when he got in arguments,
He took a secret pride
In knowing that his enemies
Would fry after they died.
Yes, he believed that fire and brimstone
Awaited those who didn't pray.
And harps and choires and halos
Waited up the other way.
Somehow he managed to maintain
This view till he was dead,
But just as he expired, some bunnies
Gathered 'round his head.
Then he blinked his eyes and pinched himself
And said, "This can't be true,
But if I can't have harps and halos,
I guess these bunnies will have to do.
But then those bunnies laughed at him.
They laughed right in his face.
This dork thinks he's in heaven,
But he's in the other place.

Chorus