Nineteen years old 
You better not listen to yourself now anymore 
You better not [bad word] anybody else now 
 [bad word] is coming, doesn't make any sense anymore 
You get your transmissions at your front door 
And then you get old
 
Mission control 
Mission control 

You're going to forget all about your killer rest me soul 
You gotta get by on what they think that you can think of 
If you thought that you would do it somehow by yourself 
But when you shouldn't of been listening to everybody else 
 [bad word] and go 

Mission control 
Mission control