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