Control me
You people think you own me
I don't want to know what's in your head
What's in my head
If only you'd go off to get a real job
Buy a nice house, buy a nice car, buy a nice life
So you'd feel alright
When you get back home
You don't have to go
You'll probably never know what it feels like
To take that road
What would you do if I told you
I don't want to go back to church
How would you feel if I told you
I don't feel how I felt
I don't want to need money
Cause money makes you ugly
I just want to leave it all behind and ride my bike
So I'd feel alright
When I get back home
You don't have to go
You'll probably never know what it feels like
To break your phone