Lyrics - Reload your Head

Men wearing knickers are eating mars bars and snickers and taking children to pictures and popping pills in their pitchers while all the ducks in the river are eating chicken for dinner that never was that obscene as KFC keeps it clean so give me prozac or ritalin to stop me feeling exciting another suicide bomber jacket potato head writer has got his head full of chatter so tell me what is the matter it seems that maybe it's simply a case of too much too much information... there's too much too much information, too much too much information, too much too much information....

So build me a playground that's filled with sex and surround sound and give me red pills and green to help me feel seventeen is it all just illusion I feel that somebody's using me fill me up to the nines as though we're learning to fly contradiction constriction I'm just a slave to temptation I've gotta find a way loose or life's a dog in a noose I'm a fiction addiction I'm losing faith and conviction it seems that maybe it's simply a case of too much too much information......

Reload your head, reload your head, reload your head, reload your head.

The Black Camel 01-06-2005