Songtext von Bull With Golden Guts

Difficult age You're just fourteen And you're not friends with your body Painfully thin Look at your skin Play with yourself for a hobby How can they love a man who does that to himself? Difficult age Turn on the page Have that wee drink in the meantime Difficult age Now you're eighteen Here's all the freedoms you wanted All the best clothes A looker who goes The size of your wage packet flaunted How can they love a man who does that to himself? Difficult age Turn on the page And have that wee drink in the meantime Difficult age He's twenty-nine Thirty just lurks 'round the corner Settled for life Nice kids and wife Pull out a plum like Jack Horner Difficult age Turn on the page Have that wee drink in the meantime Difficult age Now thirty-eight And you're not friends with your body Wish you were thin Look at your skin Wasting yourself for a hobby How can they love a man who does that to himself?