Out Of Control - PUPIL

it’s a dust colored day

time to roll in the hay

got my badge got my books

and a pocketful of hooks

we don’t need no simulation

‘coz we got the combination

we’re out of control

choppers high on the beach

out of mind out of reach

gonna roar like a mouse

we got shakes on the house

better take your medication

or you risk annihilation

it’s out of control

out of control

i’m going up i’m going down

gonna turn this thing around

shot an arrow through my heel

now you know it’s for real

thank you for the information

never mind the violation

you’re out of control

even when you’re oceans away

i feel it in by bones

out of control bless your soul

we’re out of control

this is where relations begin

pupil

(e. buendia)