I lose control wherever I would be, whatever done I lose control I’m staying or I leave I lose control when Sunday or when Monday is upon I lose control when I am right or wrong
I lose control when Saturday night’s I lose control when Saturday morning’s
And nothing I can do with these damn things
I chose my soul I chose my way I chose my goal I chose the day
Chorus: My crying voice is rushing through the air
That night I’m gonna break it That night I’m gonna shake (wrack) it That night I’m gonna blow it up!
You can’t stop me
Semi-control being I’m semi-control being
I lose control whatever season Right behind my spine I lose control my feelings bad or fine
I lose control when somebody’s sitting I lose control when somebody’s shouting
And nothing I can do with this damn thing
I chose my life I chose my pain I chose my rights I chose the game