I can't explain it
(Twenty First Century Digital Boy)
My Daddy's, a lazy middle class intellectual
(Twenty First Century Digital Boy)
Songwriter: Brett Gurewitz
I don't know how to live, but I  gotta lot of toys
Oh yeah
'Cause I'm a Twenty First Century Digital Boy
See I'm a Twenty First Century Digital Boy
My Mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual
I tried tell you about no control
Like a trampled flag on a city street
Everything I want, I really need
(Twenty First Century Digital Boy)
The things they're sayin' to me
Neurosurgeons scream for more
Oh yeah
I don't know how to read, but I gotta lot of toys
'Cause I'm a Twenty First Century Digital Boy
Ain't life a mystery?
It's going ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Publisher: WESTBEACH MUSIC
My Daddy's, a lazy middle class intellectual
That's what I yearn for
The way you look sometimes
The things you're offerin' me
Twenty First Century Schitzoid boy
Twenty First Century Digital Boy
But now I really don't know
Twenty First Century Digital Boy
My Mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
I can't believe it
(Twenty First Century Digital Boy)
Innocence raped with napalm fire
Symbolized bar code, quick id
And I don't want it
My Mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual
And then you told me how bad you had to suffer
Oh yeah
I don't know how to read, but I gotta lot of toys
Ain't life a mystery? Yeah
Twenty First Century Video boy
Twenty First Century Sofa Boy
Is that really all you have to offer?
My Daddy's, a lazy middle class intellectual
Twenty First Century Digital Boy