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© 1996 Marisa Bozza Words & Music

So I've got my hat on the table,
and my assistant's ready ( as far as I know),
so we pull the curtain back, and pretend not to notice...
they're watching.

These rabbit's keep multiplying, not me though, I'm dying.
Some evil breed of virus has got me down for the count.
The cosmic spit-bucket-holder had better get here quick,
I'm gonna need a little help for my next trick.

I'm a little Dickens, just like Oliver Twist,
don't ask me how we've come to this,
burning all the money, shooting all the dogs,
eating all the candy, running naked thru the fog,
tomorrow never came, Jesus never called,
Santa's' helpers' ran away,
and Atlas dropped the world.

These rabbits' keep multiplying, look Ma, I'm flying.
Some evil seed in the wind has gotten into me again.
 
I keep all the worlds I've ever broken in a storehouse
under my collarbone.
Some nights, I creep down its' ladder,
shut the hatchway, and die there, alone.
And a silent echo is the lullaby that swallows me,
as I cry- Somebody..
 
These rabbits keep dying.
Look Ma, I'm multiplying.
Over, and over, and over again,
I hate all of them.