Monday morningEighteen years of dawningI say how longYou say how longIt was one dull morningWoke the world with bawlingI was so sad (so sad)It was so badI was of a feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of controlBoys and GirlsGo to the school and girlsThey make childrenNot like this oneI was of a feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of controlI was of a feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of control(Out of control)I fought fateThere’s blood on the garden gateThe man said childhoodIt’s in his childhoodOne day I’ll dieThe choice will not be mineWill it be too lateYou can’t fight itI was of a feeling it was out of control
I had the opinion it was out of control