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
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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