Geekweek Lyrics

You've got a mind like a no-fingered hand that wants to hold a key for a lock on a door to a room without a goddamn thing inside except for an old teevee that only shows maude you're a hole in a bag and a car that's out of gas and a tree that never grows and a voice that no one hears and an ocean full of sand and a window on a floor and a race that no one wins and a book that never will be read