| 21st CENTURY DIGITAL BOY | ||||||||
| I can't believe it The way you look sometimes Like a trampled flag on a city street, yeah And I don't want it The things you're offering me Symbolisec barcode, quick I.D., oh yeah Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to live but I gotta lotta toys My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery yeah I can't explain it The things you're saying to me It's going "ya ya ya ya ya ya ya" yeah Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read but I gotta lotta toys My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah Tried to tell you about no control But now I really don't know And when you told me about 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 gotta lotta toys My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual Cat's foot, iron claw Neurosurgeon screams for more Innocents raped with napalm fire Everything I want I really need Ain't life a mystery, yeah |
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| ANESTHESIA | ||||||||
| Everybody's talking about the girl that went and killed the deliveryman But she looks so kind and gentle it doesn't stand to reason I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine, yea When she looked my way something mad as Hell came over me, yea! Anesthesia, Mona Lisa I've got a little gun Here comes oblivion I never loved you How did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity, now Anna One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight All good children go to Heaven I remember your face that August night when we lied about the beautiful times to come And the crazy old man who came way too late and caused a chain reaction I've been hanging out here for eleven long years Like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone And looking at you now is driving me to distraction Anesthesia, Mona Lisa I've got a little gun Here comes oblivion I never loved you How did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity, now Anna One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight All good children go to Heaven |
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