I can't believe it,
the way you look sometimes,
like a trampled flag on a city street,
oh yeah
and I don't want it,
the things you're offering me,
symbolized bar code, quick i.d.,
oh yeah
I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys,
my daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual,
my mommy's on valium, she's so ineffectual,
ain't life a mystery?
I can't explain it,
the things they're saying to me,
it's going yayayayayayaya,
oh yeah,
I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys,
my daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual,
my mommy's on valium, she's so ineffectual,
ain't life a mystery?
i tried to tell you about no control,
but now I really don't know,
and then you told me how bad you had to suffer,
is that really all you have to offer?
I'm a 21st century digital boy...