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...