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 I.D., 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 a lazy middle class intellectual My mommy's on valium, she's so iniffectual Ain't life a mystery? I can't explain it, the things they're saying to me It's 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?