whispered in my head near Park Street Station, Boston, early this century after a day's forgotten work.
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waitin for some lovah/anutha doesn’t come/guess I’ll have to surf alone with my radio…turned on
all I care about is sex, the net, and the radio
searchin for your website don’t know your address guess I’ll have to surf alone enjoy my loneliness
all I care about is sex, the net and the radio
like a teen in the 21st century
breaking news a teen has been cut to size see in his eyes indifference to the rise and
fall
says luck all genetic screamin for a medic killa ain’t no rilla machivelli gone pathetic now experts claim this kid will not need a diuretic
searchin for some lovah/smutha doesn’t cum/gess I’ll have to surf alone with my radio turned on
all I care about is sex, internet, and the radio
like a teen in the 21st century
on the scene we have a generation zero rock star hero waving his ax like nero
told this reporter get the baby boom into the tomb to make room they bailin out of the womb
now countin riches and celebrity bitches kid I got the ax I need 13 stitches
hoped it would be different/ but always stays the same/where I start is always where I wander to again
all I care about is sex, and the net and the radio
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