Bad Religion

21st Century digital boy

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 (or 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 yayayayayayaya,
oh yeah,

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?