Control Blues

I have so much control, I don't know what to do I have so much control, I don't know what to do If I get any more control, I think I'm through The power to have control is a terrible thing You can tear a delicate bird apart at the wings And what if you happen to choose the wrong song to sing? You have control over things both big and small The lives of your children, the pictures on your wall You can be a poor son to the mother you never call I didn't know that I had control over this The shape of my waistline, even the way that I kiss Back when I had no control, ignorance was bliss I can see why God is so mad and unsure I'd be crazy too with all that to endure For every disease, why I'll bet He's got the cure I could be a good man, but it's so goddamn hard Slave over wages and rake all the leaves in the yard Control all the little habits I need to discard All you control fiends, listen unto what I say And be grateful your life is a series of meaningless days: Ain't nothing sweeter than slipping back into the haze So I don't believe in chaos or entropy I think that we orchestrate what we want us to be The puller of strings knows the curse of the truly free The puller of strings -- that's the curse of the truly free.