A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking ’bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
New York’s a go-go, and everything tastes right
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh
Keep her comin’
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie)
Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah
Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
She love him, she love him but just for a short while
She’ll scratch in the sand, won’t let go his hand
He says he’s a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh
The Jean Genie lives on his back

We all live on our backs one way or the other, we are all whores to the system, to men, to the patriarchy, to ‘the man’, yes stupid white men and capitalism, especially capitalism has failed us all. We fail our children in servitude and in ignorance and in indifference, in the wake of this promise of free trade, democracy and hope. Gone are the days of community, of family, of culture or strength in numbers. We fail our selves and each other.

Now is the time for being offended, of being stupidly caught up in our own social platforms and trial by media. Now a god fearing good white man can not even harass or exploit those beneath him with out certain respite. What a fucking world.

The powers that be are going to take this splendid opportunity to full fill their agendas. We are just little screaming  lambs exposed and surrounded by snarling rabid wolves. But grass roots exist and they grow day by day and soon this tenacious and expansive weed will envelop the world and thus the world will pay homage and pay attention to the environment and the biosphere and put this above capitalism, your back pocket and the globalised Dr. Frank-N-Furter’s that rule the system.

Be part of the grass.