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 sh** 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 sh** 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 F**k you Mr. Gene-o