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Bad Religion 21st Century Digital Boy
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?
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