every little moment we grow up we lose control
         life's a loaded gun with no directions
         and it keeps you on the run, it has no mercy
         mum and daddy went to war, never coming back no more
         did you ever think they'd make you whole again
         maybe someone dropped a bomb
         just right into the middle of your soul-they're in control

         you got to get out of control again - no more control again
         you're getting whole again - ain't no control again
         you got to get out of control

         20th century honey bee, what you're doing is what you'll be
         life's no dress rehearsal when you bring the honey in
         everything seems wrong to thee
         nurtured from the poison of reality that has no mercy
         all your friends went for the thrill, now it's yours to grab the kill
         did you ever think you're getting whole again
         maybe someone send a priest with some religion cooking in a
         bowl
         they're in control
         you got to get out of control again...

         what's the fucking thing about control, did you think you'd ever
         getting whole
         just as long as there is no control, they have no control of you
         at all




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