There’s too much soap
The kind of stuff that gives you hope
For a better self

I’ve had enough
Of all the whining ‘bout a love
Or a cheating girl

They think they can
Host a show, well think again
Not in a million years

Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind

Way too much soap
The kind of stuff that gives you hope
For a better self

Cause in the end
They realize they must pretend
To be in perfect shape

Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind

Before you know
They achieve an all time low
Singing in a band

There’s too much soap
Way too much for them to cope
With their ‘stardom’

Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind

Too much on my mind
(For all this shit)
Too much on my mind
(For all this shit)
Too much on my mind
(For all this shit)
Too much on my mind