There’s no cure for rabies I've Made Too Much Pasta

[Verse 1: Scurrow]
Twisting and fighting and sometimes I'm biting
I'm giving you rabies outside of a mall
Howling and foaming and I've got double vision
One glass of water and I'll surely drown

[Chorus: Scurrow]
I'm sorry, but I don’t think there's a cure
For--

[Verse 2: Scurrow, Scurrow & Pepper]
Can't reach the pedals, can't see past the dashboard
I'm looking so angry while driving a bus
I'm not as messed up as you might think I am
I'm drinking kombucha and celery juice

[Chorus: Scurrow, Scurrow & Pepper, Pepper]
I'm sorry, but there's no cure for
Reh
Botulism
Ha-ha-ha... oh, you're serious?

[Post-Chorus: Scurrow, Scurrow & Pepper]
There's no cure for rabies, my dog's speaking to me
Reminding me nothing I do will work out!
Mom is an albatross, dad is the TV
The mice took the kitchen, we'vе nowhere to go
And I'm making a salad at 3 in the morning
Cuz I'vе lost control, I've lost control of my life