Monday morning
 Eighteen years of dawning
 I say how long?
 Say how long?

 It was one dull morning
 Woke the world with falling
 I was so sad, so sad
 They were so bad, so bad

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

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

 I had the feeling it was out of control
 I was of 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 said 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