Monday morning, eighteen years of dawning
I say how long, I say how long
It was one dull morning
Woke the world with bawling
I was so sad, so sad
They were so glad

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

Boys and girls go to school and girls
They make children, not like this one

I was of a feeling it was out of control
I had 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 say 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 it

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