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

Can't make up my mind