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