Out of control
«Monday morning, eighteen years of dawning
I say how long, you say how long
It was one dull morning
I woke the world with bawling
I was so sad, they were so glad
Show my soul, getting out my soul
I got big ideas, I’m out of control
Boys and girls go to school, and girls
They make children, not like this one
Show my saying, let go my soul
I got big ideas, I’m out of control
Show my saying, out of control
Big ideas, I’m out of control
I’m out of control
I’m out of control
I’m out of control
I’m out of control
I fought fate, there’s blood on the garden gate
The man said childhood, it’s in your childhood
And one day I’ll die
The choice will not be mine
Will it be too late?
You can’t fight it
Show my mama that I got soul
I got big ideas, I’m out of control»
Well. Goodbye.
sonic death monkey 