Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Suzanne Vega
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Suzanne Vega
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mitchell Froom
Produzent:in
Ronald K. Fierstein
Produzent:in
Lyrics
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
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
Written by: Suzanne Vega