Geek

Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything Loud mouth, bold headed geek's got a song to sing Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more As always, the same affair But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say They stick their nose into every game we play Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor And soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more As always, the same affair But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations Down, down in the basement of our cares There's always a phony, count the stairs Like, like us as something as we come And like, like us as rumpus as we run