Texty: Bad Religion. 21st Century.

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 Id, 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'm

I can?t explain it
The things you saying to me
It?s going ya ya ya ya ya ya ya oh ya

?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'm

Tried 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?

?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

That?s what I yearn for
(21st century digital boy)
Neurosurgeons scream for more
(21st century digital boy)
Innocence raped with napalm fire
(21st century digital boy)
Anything I want I really need
(21st century digital boy)
Ain?t life a mystery I'm