El Evil

Make way, make way for Bunny Man! Step back, step back or you’re going down.

Coming through, coming through.

Bunny Man, hopping down the bunny trail,

Let the bells ring, let the milk chalk,

let the corpse hatch, let the dead walk, let the dog sing!

Nothing this year, nothing from here will outshine the smiling face of Evil. Nothing in time, nothing that’s mine will displace the humble trace of Evil.