terça-feira, setembro 24, 2002
I can't believe it,
the way you look sometimes
like a trampled flag on the city streets
And I don't want it,
the things you're offering me
simbolyzed barcodes, quick I.D.
Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live
but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy is a lazy middle class intelectual
My mommy's on Valium, she's so ineffectual
Ain't life a mistery?
Angry and bad they are...