Текст Bad Religion – 21st Century (Digital Boy)

I can’t believe it: the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street
And I don’t want it: the things you’re offering me
Symbolized bar code, quick ID

‘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 you’re saying to me
It’s going ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

‘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?

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?

‘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

21st century digital boy
Cat’s foot, iron claw
21st century digital boy
Neurosurgeon, scream for more
21st century digital boy
Innocence raped with napalm fire

Ain’t life a mystery?