CONTROL
Control freaks lurk in office halls,
In singles bars and shopping malls,
Beneath all church and stadium domes,
In chat rooms and retirement homes.
It seems that we must bend to them,
For, God knows, there is no end to them.Take the case of a dude named Ty,
He met a girl who was sweet and shy;
He changed her hair,
He changed her clothes,
He hired a surgeon
Who redid her nose.
And after that dear thoughtful Ty
Left the poor girl flat for another guy.Control,
Everyone wants control,
That seems to be the goal
To control another soul.Have you heard of Diana Long?
She chose a mate who was big and strong.
He didn't play around,
Didn't drink or smoke,
But she'd poke and prod,
And she'd prod and poke.
When they divorced, as a friend recalls,
She got the house and she kept his balls.Control,
Everyone wants control,
That seems to be the goal
To control another soul.Marshall Quinn as a young adult
So loved control that he formed a cult.
He convinced himself
He was sent by God,
He convinced them, too,
Which was twice as odd.
To get in touch with their higher side,
They all dined one evening on cyanide.Control,
Everyone wants control,
That seems to be the goal
To control another soul.When he was four, sweet Kevin Flynn
Would hold his breath till his folks gave in.
He’d stamp his feet,
He would throw a plate---
And from there he learned
How to manipulate.
Since he controlled everywhere he went,
He’s just been elected President.Control,
The whole world wants control,
That seems to be the goal
To control another soul.
Control,
Control,
Control!