Reto, you're a technical whiz,
Masturbating with computers
For a legion of kids.
Reto, you're a solid state,
A microchip and designer tape.
Oh Reto, where did you come from?
With transistors and a keyboard
You're a virtual gun.
Reto, is there something wrong?
The bigger wired robot
Is still using it's probe
When life's behind the screen
Of an agorophobe.
Oh Reto, artificial life,
A new computer and a brand new wife.
Oh Reto, can you process this?
A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex.
Gamble it away with computer chips.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Oh Reto, are you future smart?
Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart.
Reto, can you cypher me?
Eight zero two eleven B.
Oh Reto, it's a stripped down world
Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl.
Reto, it's an SOS
We're microwaving signals like a scientist.
Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Where do we go, Reto?
Reto Video (MV)
Performed By: The Network
Length: 2:01
Written by: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
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Reto, you're a technical whiz,
Masturbating with computers
For a legion of kids.
Reto, you're a solid state,
A microchip and designer tape.
Oh Reto, where did you come from?
With transistors and a keyboard
You're a virtual gun.
Reto, is there something wrong?
The bigger wired robot
Is still using it's probe
When life's behind the screen
Of an agorophobe.
Oh Reto, artificial life,
A new computer and a brand new wife.
Oh Reto, can you process this?
A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex.
Gamble it away with computer chips.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Oh Reto, are you future smart?
Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart.
Reto, can you cypher me?
Eight zero two eleven B.
Oh Reto, it's a stripped down world
Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl.
Reto, it's an SOS
We're microwaving signals like a scientist.
Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Where do we go, Reto?
Masturbating with computers
For a legion of kids.
Reto, you're a solid state,
A microchip and designer tape.
Oh Reto, where did you come from?
With transistors and a keyboard
You're a virtual gun.
Reto, is there something wrong?
The bigger wired robot
Is still using it's probe
When life's behind the screen
Of an agorophobe.
Oh Reto, artificial life,
A new computer and a brand new wife.
Oh Reto, can you process this?
A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex.
Gamble it away with computer chips.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Oh Reto, are you future smart?
Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart.
Reto, can you cypher me?
Eight zero two eleven B.
Oh Reto, it's a stripped down world
Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl.
Reto, it's an SOS
We're microwaving signals like a scientist.
Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant.
Oh no
Knowing where we're going
(Where do we go?)
Where do we go, Reto?
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.