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,
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 lazy middle class intellectual,
My mammy’s on valium,
She’s so ineffectual,
Ain’t life a mystery?
I can’t explain it,
The things they’re saying to me,
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?
1 | American Jesus |
2 | You |
3 | Los Angeles Is Burning |
4 | Infected |
5 | Sorrow |
6 | No Control |
7 | New Dark Ages |
8 | Recipe For Hate |
9 | 21st Century (Digital Boy) |
10 | Fuck You |