I can't believe it

The way you look sometimes

Like a trampled flag on a city street

And I don't want it

The things you're offering me

Symbolized barcode, quick I.D

'Cause I'm a twenty-first century digital boy

I don't know how to live but I got a lot of 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're saying to me

It's going yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

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?

cats, sports, iron claw

neurosurgeon screams for more

innocents raped with napalm fire

everything I want, I really need

Ain't life a mystery, yeah?