Control > Lyrics & Chords By The Brew

Breathe in your second-hand air
Man, we’re still getting by
Step in your telephone booth
I’ll step and stay in mine
Watch the numbers rise
We put ourselves in the bag we’re in
Pretend as if we have control
Man, check that spinning eye
One move and she’ll take us all out
And I’d be on her side
We use her daily as a means
Her gift to us would be the end
I’ve asked you once to notice
I’ll ask you once again
Is it too hard to focus?
Is it too much time to spend?
Watch the numbers rise
Her gift to us would be the end