Letra Mr. Gene de Guided By Voices original

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