I can't believe it
The way you look sometimes
Like a gay pride flag in a redneck town
Oh no

And I don't want it
The things you're offering me
No damn barcode slow I.D.
Oh no

'Cause I'm a nineteenth century analogue boy
I know how to read but ain't got a lot of toys
My daddy's a real class A-1 prick
My mommy's into porno and wants to suck dick
Ain't life mysterious oh no?

I can't explain it
The things you're're saying to me
It's going no-no no-no no-no no-no no-no no-no
Oh no

'Cause I'm a nineteenth century analogue boy
I know how to read but ain't got a lot of toys
My daddy's a real class A-1 prick
My mommy's into porno and wants to suck dick, oh
Ain't life mysterious oh no?

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?

'Cause I'm a nineteenth century analogue boy
I know how to read but ain't got a lot of toys
My daddy's a real class A-1 prick
My mommy's into porno and wants to suck dick, yeah

(Nineteenth century analogue boy) dogs, golf, plutonium claw
(Nineteenth century analogue boy) heart surgeon screams for more
(Nineteenth century analogue boy) guilty until proven innocent
(Nineteenth century analogue boy) nothing that I want, I just don't need

Ain't life mysterious oh no?