Shy away, shy away
From the thoughts in your head
Palms were read, palms are red
Now we’re washing our hands
You will know what to say
When they’re calling your name
You love control

To be perfectly honest
You will always serve control

Far away, far away in a tropical land
Mouths are fed, kids in bed
'Cause daddies stashing his ends
You will know who to blame
Because you wrote in their name
You loathe control

To be perfectly honest
You will always serve control

Fire away, fire away
From a code or your hip
Bombs away, bombs away
Now we’re watching our heads
You will act so surprised that day
You’re out of the frame
You love control

Spectators of this madness
You should check your seat
'Cause if we don’t stop demanding
Tthey’ll strap us up and set us free

Far away, far away
To the place with red sand
Palms were read; palms are red
Now we’re washing our hands
You will know what to say
When I’m calling your name
You love/loathe control

To be perfectly honest
You will always serve control