Information Overload

Sometimes I feel
 Like my mind will explode
 Sometimes I feel
 Like I've got no control
 Sometimes I wish
 I had a heart made of steel
 Sometimes I wish
 I couldn't feel
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 They say the future... it's on a microchip
 Don't you know we're all on a sinking ship
 Only ten percent control all the rest
 Only ten percent decide what is best
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 Information overload
 I don't want to live like this
 Still ain't no cure for the summertime blues
 I'd like to shake these blues but I'm still paying dues
 My blues so deep you might think they're black
 My blues so deep there ain't no turning back
 Information overload...