Rotting leaves mashed to a pulp
By the wheels of the careless
Brown Bunnies mashed to a pulp
In the gutters of the rich
Severe storms will soon strengthen
And wash away much of the guilt
Rotting leaves mashed to a pulp
By the wheels of the careless
Brown Bunnies mashed to a pulp
In the gutters of the rich
Severe storms will soon strengthen
And wash away much of the guilt