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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