and a rope would fire out my neck
and I would be hung in the public square
the very first day we met
25 hundred miles above the sky
25 hundred miles above the colors
25 hundred miles above
your
hose
And a rope would fire out my ankles
and i would be hung out the highest window
of the highest sky scraper in the world
25 hundred miles above the sky
25 hundred miles above the colors
25 hundred miles above
your
house
we're gonna rip the carpet
and sand the floors
in your room, ya ready?
OUT OF CONTROL
OUT OF CONTROL!
Remember, kids, that it's never to late to take it back for life
you may plan to escape this now, no it ain't alright
o it ain't alright
o it ain't alright
etc. etc.
out of control...