The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

Oh oh oh oh it's international love You put it down like New York City I never sleep wild like Los Angeles My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat You're international, so international Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love You can't catch

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Jeremy spoke in class today King Jeremy the wicked Jeremy spoke in Uh uh uh uh (spoke in, spoke in, spoke in) Whoa oh (spoke in) At home drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top

I wish there was another way out (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh I wish there was another way out You better run, better run, better run, yeah I’m coming after you When you’re sleeping at

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It must be true love True love, true love No one else can break my heart like you Nothin' else can break my heart like At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

Whoa-oh oh oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Till we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Tonight, Im'ma fight Yeah, you got me Woah-oh oh oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Our hearts, our souls Are shallow empty holes We sing this anthem for us all We're so fucked up Oh God, we're so alone Let's go, go, go, go We sing this anthem for us all, all, all, all We are the lost souls, we are the lost souls