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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 can’t explain it, the things they’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?
I 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?
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,
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),
21st century schitzoid boy (21st century digital boy),
21st century video boy (21st century digital boy),
21st century digital boy (21st century digital boy),
21st century sofa boy (21st century digital boy)...
Note: the first four lines in the last stanza are ’stolen from king crimson’
Read more lyrics about / on: scream, yeah, fire, believe, life, gone
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