Youth And Greed - Wolfsheim

She once was 17 but she never fall in love

Because she never felt the same

Like the other ones at school

Like all the other boys and girls around

Misery — talk to me

Youth and greed — walk with me

Now she’s 33 but there isn’t anything

The really changed in her life

Not a moment not a while

She is married, bore a child

Growing old, growing older all the time

And she cries

A whining sound slips from her mouth

Trapped in here and no way out

Wait a while — wait a while

Mommy’s pills will bring you to the other side

Wait a while — wait a while

Daddy’s razor-blades will make you feel so fine