Whatever, there's bullshit everywhere, and I'm supposed to care,
Remember, the latest fads and trends, don't matter in the end,
The information age is wasting my time,
You want the fifteen minutes that Warhol promised?
Well get in line!
Whatever, it seems that by and large, the inmates are in charge,
Asylum, is all that I request from this modern mess,
You surf the interglut, it's more of the same,
A two dimensional world on a wired window pane,
Whatever, there are in point of fact some infomaniacs,
They're hungry, for scraps of useless news, keeping them confused,
Well I've seen grown men running amok,
In the name of a team of millionaires chasing a puck,