Monday morning
Eighteen years of dawning
I say "how long?"
You say "how long?"
It was one dull morning
Woke the world with falling
I was so sad, so sad
They were so glad, so glad

I was of a feeling it was out of control
I had the opinion it was out of control

Boys and Girls
Go to the school and girls
They make children
Not like this one

I was of a feeling it was out of control
I had the opinion it was out of control

I was of a feeling it was out of control
I had the opinion it was out of control

Out of control...out of control...out of control...out of control...out of
control...

I fought fate
There's blood on the garden gate
The man says childhood
It's in his childhood

One day I'll die
The choice will not be mine
Will it be too late
You can't fight fate

I was of a feeling it was out of control