Furry Hurricane - Bitter Parade (Official Lyric Video)

Описание: Bitter Parade - Furry Hurricane (Official Lyric Video)

"Furry Hurricane" is the ultimate tribute to the spoiled, demanding, and utterly lovable rulers of our homes. Taken from the Bitter Parade album, Wounds & Glory.

With a fast-paced Pop Punk energy and a touch of Post-Grunge grit, this track dives into the mind of a "blue-blooded rebel" with perfectly groomed hair. From 3 AM screams to the tactical destruction of expensive vases, "Furry Hurricane" is an anthem for anyone who lives with a "spoiled-rotten anarchist" on four legs.

"I'm a tiger in a condo, a punk rocker on a stage." 🐾🎸

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📜 LYRICS:

This silk pillow's a bore, this water's not from France My staff is late with breakfast, what is this circumstance? I require pâté, not these pebbles dry and brown I'm the king of this whole stupid, two-bit town!

My morning nap was shattered by a peasant with a broom I had to relocate to a less-appointed room I surveyed my domain from atop the highest shelf And plotted petty vengeance just to entertain myself You bought a brand new vase, a fragile work of art It's an offense to my aesthetic, let's just tear the thing apart A gentle little nudge, a satisfying crash You can clean it up later, just go and get my cash... I mean, my treats.

I've got a pedigree, a truly royal grace So why'd I just go sprinting all over the place? I demand your worship, then I'll scratch the leather chair I'm a blue-blooded rebel with perfectly groomed hair! This life of luxury is such a dreadful chain So I'll scream at 3 AM to simulate some pain I'll look you in the eye, with utter, cold disdain I'm a spoiled-rotten anarchist, a furry hurricane!

A door is closed before me, an unacceptable affront A challenge to my rule, a territorial stunt I'll scratch and yowl and holler, I'll make you lose your mind Just to walk into the room and leave it all behind That bird outside the window is mocking my good name I'll chatter at the glass, I'll play its foolish game My hunter instinct's buried under treats and cozy beds But sometimes it comes out to mess with all your heads!

[Chorus]

You may approach the throne, and you may stroke my head Three times and not a fourth one, or you'll wish that you were dead This purring isn't pleasure, it's the engine of my rage I'm a tiger in a condo, a punk rocker on a stage You think my love is priceless, but I'll trade it for a snack And if you stop the petting, I'll attack your back!

(Guitar Solo)

[Chorus]

Now, if you'll excuse me, your laptop looks quite warm I'll sit upon the keyboard and weather out this storm Don’t move me… or else.

🎸 CREDITS: Performed by: Bitter Parade Song: Furry Hurricane Album: Wounds & Glory Genre: Pop Punk / Alternative Rock Video by: Bitter Parade

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