So many timesnToo many timesnHow many times?nDo I need to knock on you? nnTo take you outnOut of controlnShake your, Shake your hipsnAnd move alongnnYou're always sleepwalking early at nightnThere's a live television inside your mindnEvery single day you wake up deadnWalking dead from nine to fivennHow much longer does it take you now?nTo take him down and out of controlnThere's a blind satellite inside your heartnLike a boxing fashionista I will knock him dead