Steve's Bad Sunday

Verse 1

Heavy tool

In my grip

Dusty handle

Cold and heavy in the pale light

Green grass

Too bright

Those floppy ears

Those sunny eyes

I asked the fluff if he had any mean left in him

He knew

His nose twitched

Cotton tail shaking in the dirt

One question

Play wrestling

Best of three falls

Winner takes the hurt

Pre-Chorus

Bloodbath

Oh yeah

Bits of costume flying

Fur and chocolate

Eggshell shrapnel

This is desecration

Chorus

Sledgehammer

Sledgehammer

Swing it low

Bring it down on the hare

Sledgehammer

Sledgehammer

The guy inside

His name was Steve

No more baskets

No more smiles

Just a broken inside

Sledgehammer bunny

Hop no more

Verse 2

Padded paws

Swinging

Muffled cries through the mesh

Zipper gave way

Like a bad confession

Ordinary

Underneath the task

Steve

From accounts

Weekend warrior in a holiday hell

We rolled

We wailed

Ears came off

Magic fell

Bridge

Hide

Behind the whiskers

Behind the grin

Spring comes violent

When you let the real man in

I see you

Steve

I see you

Chorus

Sledgehammer

Sledgehammer

Swing it low

Bring it down on the hare

Sledgehammer

Sledgehammer

The guy inside

His name was Steve

No more baskets

No more smiles

Just a broken inside

Sledgehammer bunny

Hop no more

Final Chorus

Sledgehammer

Bloodbath

It will be a bloodbath

Bits flying everywhere

Sledgehammer

Steve

Now he is lying there

Costume in tatters

The dream in repair

No more Easter

No more pretend

Heartbeat

In the end

Outro

Hop

Hop

No more

Bunny gone

But Steve is breathing

In the backyard

Sledgehammer