Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
sfpr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Gurewitz
Songwriter
Lyrics
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 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 can't explain it,
The things you're saying to me
It's going yayayayayayaya,
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?
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 read but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual
Cat's... foot..., iron claw
Neurosurgeon, scream for more
Innocence raped with napalm fire
Everything I want, I really need.
21st century schizoid boy
21st century video boy
21st century digital boy
Writer(s): Gurewitz Brett W
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