Your eyes work fine, your ears work fine,
Still you can't see a thing.
And you can't hear a thing.
The signal comes, the signal goes
But somehow somewhere blinks.
Yes, somehow somewhere blinks.
Thalamus says, "I've done my part"
His blabbering's not worth a fart.
This lying bastard knows, goddamn,
That you don't have a TRN.
When God weighed brains, your precious brains,
He just had to forget,
Yes, just had to forget
About that small important part,
That part you didn't get,
Oh no, you didn't get.
You ask, "Hey, mister neuroblah!
Blah-blah-blah blabbity blah-blah?"
He answers, "Don't push yourself, Ben
'Cuz you don't have a TRN"
The song rings here, the songs laughs there,
But all your hear is noise,
This constant boring noise.
Oh, how you wish to hear that sound,
Just like the other boys,
Just like the other boys.
You want to quickly end this farce,
You want to kick God's skinny arse,
But you can't implement your plan,
'Cuz you don't have a TRN.