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 | Recipe For Hate |
| 5 | Infected |
| 6 | Sorrow |
| 7 | No Control |
| 8 | New Dark Ages |
| 9 | 21st Century (Digital Boy) |
| 10 | Fuck You |