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
It was so bad, so bad

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 it

I was of a feeling it was out of control