I can't believe it
the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on the city street
and I don't want it,
the things you're offering me
symbolized barcode, quick I.D.
I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live ( 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 can't explain it, the things they're saying to me,
it's going yayayayaya
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?