Eugene Letra

going, going, going ... an army of strangers / modern life. people / power going... humming through the streets / modern life. there lies your secret: too many fears eugene / genius gene one to remember: you have too many fears / modern life. but if you want to pay me evil I hear the sound of a magic tune and if you want to play me evil I play you all in the furies of my life skillfully drawn and inventive change my fuse / modern life. my life as a saint is in danger if you weep in autum time's a shy variety going, going, going, going ... what an army of strangers phoney! phoneys! / modern life. people / power going humming through the streets too many fears! there lies your secret: too many fears / modern life. eugene, you genius gene: can I trust you!?