I've never seen
the kids live like this
Always seems
they'll never live through it
You know I'm standing in the cold
feeling bolder than
your buried gold
'cause I know the harbour
where I'll go to die
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Oh it used to be
we lived out in the sticks
machen nichts als flippin'
tic tac toe for kicks
I got an eye on yours and mine
'cause the goverment's
got me on file
and you're sweet but
I'm alarmed to say the least
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Too young to know death
comes to those who wait
Too young to check the real estate
Too young to mourn
the best of us are gone
Too young to have it goin' on
Too young to find
the pocket money's spent
Too young to run for government
Too young to wanna get back up
and to know that
it don't mean so much
but I'm sure that
I'll get over in the end