I've never seen the kids live like this Always seems they'll never like through it You know I'm standing in the cold Feeling bolder than your buried gold Because I know the harbour where I'll go to die 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 government's got me on file And you're sweet, but I'm alarmed to say the least Too young to know d**h 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 going on Too young to find the pocket money spent Too young to love the girl I met Too young to want to get back up And to know that it don't mean so much But I'm sure that I'll get older in the end