You don't remember my name I don't really care can we play the game your way can I really lose control just once in my life I think it'd be nice just to lose control just once with all the pretty flowers in the dust Mary had a lamb his eyes black as coals if we play very quiet my lamb Mary never has to know just once in my life I think it'd be nice just to lose control just once if I cut you down to a thing I can use I fear there will be nothing good left of you