it's the 21st century and Elvis is still dead

and we're not wearing oxygen bubbles around our heads

and New Year's wasn't doom

and not a damn thing went kaboom

and the party just fizzled out and we went home



it's the 21st century and God still hides away

in the clouds from down here civil leaders still love to say

that God likes to wave our flag

and he likes it when you beat up fags

and Jesus was white even though it's not geographically probable



it's hard enough just to believe in anyone that isn't me

everyone's got their convictions

settle for the contradictions

and all I really know right now is



I got no map to follow

and I can't see into tomorrow

I don't know which direction to set sail

I'm always under construction

in constant danger of malfunction

I got no backup plan in case I fail



It's the 21st century, the outlook's pretty sick

take a temperature drop, what do you think will do the trick

he said humans are a disease

how we got here is a mystery

we need a planetary penicillin shot



religion is crowd control, there's always TV

I had a lifetime of Uncle Sam confusing me

and if I ever have a kid

I hope it doesn't go through all the shit I did

just trying to make sense of random rules



a lot of broken hearts, a lot of broken minds

we break em fast, and rebuild them slow

pushed and pulled in all directions

illuminate your imperfections

and all I really know right now is



I got no map to follow

and I can't see into tomorrow

I don't know which direction to set sail

I'm always under construction

in constant danger of malfuncti