Out Of Control - New Morty Show - V/A - Liberation Records, New Morty Show

Look at me, man, I’m out of control

Maxed out my credit cards, well I’m on a roll

I never sleep;

I’m always awake

Any drug on the market--give me, I’ll take

Help me, lord, don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ll be

I’m out of control, can’t you see

Help me, lord, don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ll be

I’m out of control, can’t you see

Can’t keep a checkbook, they repoed my car

Life in the fast lane with my Cuban cigar

No one to turn to;

I’ve burnt every bridge

I’ve got to tell you, man, I’m flipping my lid

Help me, lord, don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ll be

I’m out of control, can’t you see

Help me, lord, don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ll be

I’m out of control, can’t you see

Oh man, I’ve got the shakes, and I’m seeing (???), and then I’m coming out of

my house, and some punk cracks me over the head with a baseball bat!

I’m tellin' ya, life sucks!

Hey, easy with the cops!

You’re under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you in a court of law.

You’re being busted for being

out of control.

I’ve finally had it;

I’m changing my ways

I’m tired of living my life living in a daze

I lay in bed at night, and all I do is cry

Hey, if I don’t catch myself, I know I’m gonna die

I’ve tried so many ways, and they were all in vain

I’m tired of living my life living it in pain

Help me, lord, don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ll be

I’m out of control, can’t you see

Help me, lord, don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ll be

I’m out of control, can’t you see