Nineteen years old You better not listen to yourself now anymore You better not trust anybody else now Your comment is coming, doesn't make any sense anymore You get your transmissions at your front door and then you get old Mission control Mission control You're going to forget all about your k**er, rest me soul You gotta get by on what they think that you can think of If you thought that you would do it somehow by yourself But when you shouldn't have been listening to everybody else You come and go Mission control Mission control Mission control It's not quite like you think it's not that obvious You only wanna raise your voice But then everybody else [Incomprehensible] get off s**ers You get off Mission control Mission control Mission control