I wish I could push a buttonnand a rope would fire out my necknand I would be hung in the public squarenthe very first day we metnn25 hundred miles above the skyn25 hundred miles above the colorsn25 hundred miles abovenyournhosennI wish I could push a buttonnAnd a rope would fire out my ankles nand i would be hung out the highest windownof the highest sky scraper in the worldnn25 hundred miles above the skyn25 hundred miles above the colorsn25 hundred miles abovenyournhousenwe're gonna rip the carpetnand sand the floorsnin your room, ya ready?nnOUT OF CONTROLnOUT OF CONTROL!nnRemember, kids, that it's never to late to take it back for lifenyou may plan to escape this now, no it ain't alrightnno it ain't alrightnno it ain't alrightnetc. etc.nout of control...