50 Euro Boy

Monica Richards

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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