Out of control (x3)
Sometimes I feel that I'm misunderstood,
The river's running deep right through my blood.
Your naked body's lying on the ground,
You always get me up when I'm down.
And it always seems we're running out of time.
We're out of control,
out of control,
out of control.
It may be that I'm just scared of losing you,
or maybe it's the things you make me do.
It seems to me we both should hang around,
and raise the population of this town.
And it always seems we're running out of time.
We're out of control,
out of control,
out of control.
Out of control.
But it doesn't mean we're too far down the line.
We're out of control,
out of control,
We're out of control.
Out of control.

The record player keeps on turning round,
It could be stuck, or maybe it's a sound (?).
All this time I should be there with you,
or maybe I'm just searching for the truth,
or maybe I'm just searching for the truth.
And it always seems we're running out of time.
We're out of control,
out of Control,
we're out of control.
Out of control
But it doesn't mean we're too far down the line.
We're out of control,
out of Control,
We're out of control.

Out of control(x5)
It could be that I'm losing my touch,
or maybe you think my moushtache is too much.
Satellite is out of control,
But you and I are brothers of this sun.
And you and I will come down from the cold.
Out of control.
Out of control.
*We're out of control,
Out of Control,
We're out of control.
Out of control.
Out of control,

out of control*
(repeat * verse x3)

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Writer(s): Bernard Sumner, Edmund John Simons, Thomas Owen Mostyn Rowlands