Blood on Bunny, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Bunny spread open, you dirty bastard Bunny denies being the Christ but the blood will be on her own head Blood on Bunny, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned She’ll die for your sins, you dirty bastard Bunny denies being the Christ but the blood will be on her own head Come away, my lover The blood will be on her own head