19 years old
You better not listen to yourself now anymore
You better not trust anybody else no
The comet that’s coming doesn’t make any sense anymore
You get transmissions at your front door and then you get old

Mission control (x2)

You gonna forget all about you killer instincts oh
You gotta get by on what they think that you can think oh
If you thought that you were doing some help by yourself and
when you shouldn’t have been listening to anybody else and how they go

Mission control (x3)

It’s not quite like you think
It’s not that obvious
You only wanna raise your voice
but then let everybody else be those broke heart suckers

Mission control (x3)