Recorded in 1987 on my Tascam 4 track. I was 24.
Something in my life
says I'm losing control.
Like the moth flies to light,
I'm can't seem to let go.
Behind me is darkness,
and I'm all alone.
Yes, I'm all alone.
When I was boy,
about the age or two or three,
I rescued a dove
from a clump of small trees.
It was so soft and warm
and I know it smiled at me,
yes, I know it smiled at me.
But now I'm a man
and I've got to play the part.
Shave off that beard my boy
strong face, strong heart.
Go out and get em
just knock em right down,
and you know that they're dead
when they don't make a sound.
This throbbing in my head
tells me I'm still alive.
You've got to keep moving
if you want to survive.
Who is this man?
Why does he want to cause me harm?
I never hurt his children,
I don't even know who they are.
So tell me why am I fighting
for some cloth on a pole.
This is my life,
so dammit, give me back control.
Repeat
So dammit give me back control...
Something in my life
says I'm losing control.
Like the moth flies to light,
I'm can't seem to let go.
Behind me is darkness,
and I'm all alone.
Yes, I'm all alone.
When I was boy,
about the age or two or three,
I rescued a dove
from a clump of small trees.
It was so soft and warm
and I know it smiled at me,
yes, I know it smiled at me.
But now I'm a man
and I've got to play the part.
Shave off that beard my boy
strong face, strong heart.
Go out and get em
just knock em right down,
and you know that they're dead
when they don't make a sound.
This throbbing in my head
tells me I'm still alive.
You've got to keep moving
if you want to survive.
Who is this man?
Why does he want to cause me harm?
I never hurt his children,
I don't even know who they are.
So tell me why am I fighting
for some cloth on a pole.
This is my life,
so dammit, give me back control.
Repeat
So dammit give me back control...
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