Help, help, I'm going insane! I communicate over my neck An e-mail here, a voicemail there I internet, call and fax at the same time! f**, sh**, nothing is private I feel like a tele-prostitute Profit by speed, that's what it's all about The human as machine, it's 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, it's handy at times But sometimes I feel like a multi-media-nutcase The portable bully, it rings everywhere Soft I hear saying: "There's a fool again" Funeral, exams, nothing is sacred In your street and in your house, nowhere you're safe The communication, it trots on Until you think, why am I doing this? Help, help, I'm going insane! I'm constantly reachable and I don't know why Economically justified? I believe that But first my healthiness and then the rest! f**, sh**, nothing is private I feel like a tele-prostitute Profit by speed, that's what it's all about The human as machine, it's stupid!