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