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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Religion
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Gurewitz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bad Religion
Producer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live, but I 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?
[Verse 3]
I can't explain it
The things they're saying to me
It's going, "Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya"
Oh, yeah
[Verse 4]
'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read, but I 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?
[Verse 5]
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?
[Verse 6]
See, I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read, but I got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual
[Verse 7]
Cat's foot, iron claw (21st century digital boy)
Neurosurgeon, scream for more (21st century digital boy)
Innocence raped with napalm fire (21st century digital boy)
Everything I want, I really need (21st century digital boy)
[Verse 8]
21st century schizoid boy
21st century video boy
21st century digital boy
21st century sofa boy
Written by: Brett Gurewitz