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?