Plug me in, get connected,
here we go: connect selected.
My brain dissected--
neurons, flashing around,
hit the ground.
I'm wired, I'm you
I'm me, I'm whoever the hell
I want to be, baby
hypertext, what's next?
We are networked, connect connect,
Click click click
it's information.
Pure elation.
Electric Generation,
an abstract nation connected by
phone lines, radiowaves
PCs and PDAs.
Have a blast,
have a ball,
information protocol
Get plugged in and have it all!
Connect and then
we're in your head
in black and red, telling you
just what they said:
Technology loves you,
but God
is dead.