Alphaville

Pretty baby, don't you know, times they are a changin'
Every little moment we grow up we lose control
Life's a loaded gun with no directions
And it keeps you on the run, it has no mercy
Mum and daddy went to war, never coming back no more
Did you ever think they'd make you whole again
Maybe someone dropped a bomb
Just right into the middle of your soul-they're in control
You got to get out of control again - no more control again
You're getting whole again - ain't no control again
You got to get out of control
20th century honey bee, what you're doing is what you'll be