Alphaville

Control

Alphaville


pretty baby, don't you know, times they are a changin' 
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