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Help, help, Im going insane!
I communicate over my neck
An e-mail here, a voicemail there
I internet, call and fax at the same time!
fk, s**t, nothing is private
I feel like a tele-prostitute
Profit by speed, thats what its all about
The human as machine, its stupid!
You can call me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
You can fax me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
You can mail me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
You can buzz me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
I admit, its handy at times
But sometimes I feel like a multi-media-nutcase
The portable bully, it rings everywhere
Soft I hear saying: Theres a fool again
Funeral, exams, nothing is sacred
In your street and in your house, nowhere youre safe
The communication, it trots on
Until you think, why am I doing this?
Help, help, Im going insane!
Im constantly reachable and I dont know why
Economically justified? I believe that
But first my healthiness and then the rest!
fk, s**t, nothing is private
I feel like a tele-prostitute
Profit by speed, thats what its all about
The human as machine, its stupid!