An ill stream comes a-flowin’
Across the domains on the web
There’s no swimming in the data barrage
No singing as the hogwash ebbs
Red alert, red alert
It’s so hard to stay on focus
Passing through revolving briefs
We need someone to talk to
And someone to man the reefs
Incomplete, incomplete
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
The vendors drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you
Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
And keep truth in your sights
Red alert, red alert
Left and rights of passage
Inexperience of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Obsolete, absolute
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
The vendors drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you
Oh
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
The vendors drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you…