it's a dust colored day
time to roll in the hay
got my badge got my books
and a pocketful of hooks
we don't need no simulation
‘coz we got the combination
we're out of control
choppers high on the beach
out of mind out of reach
gonna roar like a mouse
we got shakes on the house
better take your medication
or you risk annihilation
it's out of control
out of control
i'm going up i'm going down
gonna turn this thing around
shot an arrow through my heel
now you know it's for real
thank you for the information
never mind the violation
you're out of control
even when you're oceans away
i feel it in by bones
out of control bless your soul
we're out of control
this is where relations begin
(e. buendia)

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