Beans and Genes

I'd like you to hear the dreams

Of a grown-ass man with a little bag of beans

He picked up in Vegas back in Sep

The call was made and he lost the bet

Now lying in the comfy mud

Got those repeating beans in his blood 

He wipes all the mucky brown around

Makes his big brown bed without a sound

Beans beans beans

A little bag of genes

Full of different things

Good, bad and ugly and alluring

Genes genes genes

A little bag of beans

Full of distant dreamings

Could be your day or your undoing

Somehow good, a boiling pot 

Even as he burns he says he's not 

But warm brown mud and beans

Are a good recipe for growing dreams

And he still remembers how

He hoped for a brighter, cleaner now

And with more days of sun

There's a thick vine for climbing up upon

Beans beans beans

A little bag of genes

Full of different nothings

Good, bad and ugly and assuring

Genes genes genes

A little bag of beans

Full of distant dreamings

Some quickly dead but some improving