too many messages multi media sponge
too many to address I guess
you could say I'm out lunch
television tells me what to think.
I don't even realise I know nothing
nothing at all
nothing at all
I know nothing
Mulder tells me what to think
lunatics what would they know
coke can tell me what to drink
I can consume with nothing to show
Jerry makes me feel better
I call them all freaks and do the Jerry call
nothing makes you realise I know nothing
nothing at all
I know nothing
nothing, nothing
you won't know nothing
I took with one hand and pushed
away with the other
still my cup overflows
can't make up my mind one way
or the other information overload
