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.

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys.
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual.
Ain't life a mystery?

I can't explain it,
The things they're saying to me,
It's going
Oh yeah.

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys.
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on Valium, 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?

See I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys.
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual.

That's what I am for,
Neurosurgeons fit for war.
Innocence raped when they caught fire.
Everything I want, I really need

Writer : BRETT GUREWITZ
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group