Besedila: Suzanne Vega. 99.9 F°. Bad Wisdom.

Mother, the doctor knows something is wrong
'Cause my body has strange information
He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child
But he doesn't dare ask the right question

Mother, my friends are no longer my friends
And the games we once played have no meaning
I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why
So they've left me to my own daydreaming

What price to pay for bad wisdom
What price to pay for bad wisdom
Too young to know too much too soon, bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Mother you've taught me the laws are so fine
If I'm good that I will be protected
I've fallen through the crack and there's no getting back
And I'll never trust whoever gets elected

Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold
And it wasn't what I was expecting
Once I did think that I'd find comfort there
And instead you've gone hard and suspecting

What price to pay for bad wisdom
What price to pay for bad wisdom
Too young to know too much too soon, bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Mother, I'm cut at the root like a weed
'Cause there's no one to hear my small story
Just like a woman who walks in the street
I will pay for my life with my body

What price to pay for bad wisdom
What price to pay for bad wisdom
Too young to know too much too soon, bad wisdom
Bad wisdom