[From "Rest In Peace"]
I died so many years ago.
But you can make me feel,
Like it isn't so.
Why you come to be with me,
I think I finally know.
You're scared, ashamed of what you feel.
You can't tell the ones you love,
You know they couldn't deal.
Whisper in the deadman's ear,
It doesn't make it real.
That's great,
But I don't wanna play.
Being with you touches me,
More than I can say.
But since I'm only dead to you,
I'm saying "stay away"
And let me rest in peace.
She came from the grave much graver.
First he'll kill her, then I'll save her.
Everything is turning out so dark.
Going through the motions...
No, I'll save her, then I'll kill her.
I think this line's mostly filler...
What's it gonna take to strike a spark?
These endless days are finally ending in a blaze
AAll
And we are caught in the fire
The point of no return.
So we will walk through the fire,
And let it
Burn.
[From "Something To Sing About"]
Life's a song you don't get to rehearse
And every single verse
Can make it that much worse
Still my friends don't know why I ignore
The million things or more
I should be dancing for.
All the joys life sends
Family and friends
All the twists and bends
Knowing that it ends
Well that depends
On if they let you go
On if they know enough to know
That when you've bowed
You leave the crowd
There was no pain;
No fear, no doubt
'Til they pulled me out of Heaven
So that's my refrain
I live in Hell
'Cause I was expelled from Heaven.
I think I was in Heaven.
["Something to Sing About"]
Life isn't bliss.
Life is just this.
It's living
You'll get along
The pain that you feel
You only can heal
By living
You have to go on living
So one of us is living.
The hardest thing in this world... is to live in it.
[From "Sweet's Song (Reprise)"]
You guys have been real swell.
And there's not a one
Who can say this ended well.
All those secrets you've been concealing.
Say you're happy now
Once more with feeling.
Now I gotta run.
See you all
In Hell.
[From "I've Got a Theory"]
It could be bunnies!
[Everyone stares at her awkwardly; cricket noises are heard]
[Anya suddenly sings loudly, hard rock style, complete with spotlights and pyrotechnics]
Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes!
They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses!
And what's with all the carrots?!
What do they need such good eyesight for anywaaaaay?!
Bunnies, bunnies, IT MUST BE BUNNIES!
[Everyone stares at her again]
So, uh, no research? Nothing going on? Monsters or whatnot? Good! Good. Uh, so, did anybody...uh...last night, you know, did anybody, um...burst into song?
We thought it was just us!
Well, I sang, but I had my guitar at the hotel...
It was bizarre. We were talking, and then it was like -
...Like you were in a musical.
...That would explain the huge backing orchestra I couldn't see and the synchronized dancing from the room service chaps...
We did a whole duet about dish washing.
And we were arguing and, and then everything rhymed and there were harmonies and a dance with coconuts.