Face Control

Too many words are spoken

Too many long for sense

Too many made mistakes at my expense

Too many fools unbroken

With so many holes to mend

Too many tuned out fakes you call your friend

Ooh, it matters if you have enough

It matters if you have enough

Ooh

Too many tombs are frozen

The older the song she said

Running a dim-lit race to find your bed

But how many arms reach after you

There's too many to pretend

Too many tuned out fakes you call your friend

Ooh, it matters if you have enough

It matters if you have enough

Ooh

Ooh, it matters if you have enough

It matters if you have enough

Ooh