Nineteen years oldnYou better not listen to yourself now anymorenYou better not trust anybody else nownYour comment is coming, doesn't make any sense anymorenYou get your transmissions at your front doornAnd then you get oldnnMission controlnMission controlnnYou're going to forget all about your killer instincts, ohnYou gotta get by on what they think that you can think ofnIf you thought that you would do it somehow by yourselfnBut when you shouldn't of been listening to everybody elsenYou come and gonnMission controlnMission controlnMission controlnnIt's not quite like you think, it's not that obviousnYou only wanna raise your voicenBut then everybody else you can suck me off off suckersnnYou get offnMission controlnMission controlnMission control