Every single story told is a record of war
I won't patronise with hope, scratch slogans on your walls
We could bargain for more, or watch standards surely fall
It's a criminal defeat, we're always bruised but never sore
Never sore, so always know
That I've got control of my little life
I'm comfortable
I've got control
It's a bitter pill to taste
And I've swallowed by mistake
An assumed ignorance won't be an excuse I'll ever make
So I'm spinning towards the shore
Hearing talks of foreign wars
Trying hard to see the part of death you're celebrating
I've got control of my little life, I'm comfortable
I own the world, I have a right to sneer at men, I'll never know
I've got control
The beginning is tied into the the end
