Goodbye desperado, if they hadn't sucked out All the poison from your veins you'd be dead by now Too late Frida Kahlo, you could have the power of the phoenix And the flame if you knew just how
Come the hour, come the mantra Repeat in defeat with the pots and the pans Walk away, walk on water, they're young Then they're old, then they don't give a damn
Yeah, but you You're out of control Your babies are changing You're out of control
Sleepless situation, shaken by the clatter Of the clinking on the bars of your private jail Twisted ultimatum, searching for a lifeline Or a band-aid for your sins in the morning mail
Tow the line, floating islands, they're here and they're now But they're oceans away, tie them down Baby lions, you'll bleed and you'll plead And you'll beg them to stay
Yeah, but you You're out of control Your babies are changing You're out of control
Don't be afraid now Your cover is blown Don't shed a tear now Your babies are grown