Lyrics of Mr. gene

8 stone sunday lobster
Subway cars roll in
Building of coffins
Build me a coffin
Pour me some coffee
White house radar readings
"the last text on village firearms"

My dad eats shit and barks at the moon
And mr. gene-o holds the spoon - he said so

Sun-tanned bodies floating in ice cream
Worries carried away - hey
On distant mushroom clouds
I talk very loud
He says "mind your manners"
I do, but don't think so

My dad eats shit and barks at the moon
And mr. gene-o holds the spoon - he said so

I eat with my hands
He says "pray for forgiveness"
I do but don't think so
I bark at the moon
He says "stay within reach"
I do
I do but don't think so
I do mr. gene-o
I do but don't think so
I do mr. gene-o
Fuck you mr. gene-o