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 iniffectual

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