"Reto" as written by and Billie Joe/wright Iii Armstrong....
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?

Lyrics submitted by ghoststories

"Reto" as written by Frank E. Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General CommentIt's about Reto Peter, who mixed most of the album. It's a damn cool song!!
    AnarchicPlatypuson March 05, 2005   Link
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    General CommentReto is also rumored to be one of the unidentified members (synths) of the band, either Z or Captain Underpants, as well as engineer on Green Day's American Idiot album.
    rage.loveon September 14, 2006   Link

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