Monday morning
Eighteen years of calling
I say how long
I say how long

It was one dark morning
I woke the world with bawling
I was so sad
They were so glad

But I was of the feeling
It was out of control
I had a crazy notion
It was out of control

Boys and girls
They go to school
And girls, they make children
Not like this one

I was of the feeling
It was out of control
I had a crazy notion
It was out of control

Oh yeah, and
I was of the feeling
It was out of control
I had a crazy notion
It was out of control
I'm out of control
I'm out of control

I fought fate
And blood on the garden gate
They say childhood
It's in his childhood

Some day I'll die
The choice will not be mine
Will it be too late
You can't fight fate

But I was of the feeling
It was out of control
I had a crazy notion
It was out of control