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. Geneo holds the spoon he said so Suntanned 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 dont think so My dad eats shit and barks at the moon And Mr. Geneo holds the spoon he said so I eat with my hands He says Pray for forgiveness I do but dont think so I bark at the moon He says Stay within reach I do I do but dont think so I do Mr. Geneo I do but dont think so I do Mr. Geneo Fk you Mr. Geneo
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