Songtext von 50 Euro Boy

Roll up your sleeves and disconnect The larger your worth the blacker it gets I don't know him I'm still a girl I have nothing to do with him I'm just a child 50 Euro Boy Grandmother, grandmother fly away home They placed your lifetime on the block Chop chop your life gone Here she was sleeping while they picked through her bones Emotion' s moments slowly abandon the host You are so content to lose The violence of the modern lie So much left to do now that I'm a bit wise I can see her staring back at me The old woman with my eyes But I'm just a child Put the golden calf to pasture The little hairline from age three All the dead work faster faster And she's staring back at me