Oh so all my lovin' go's
Under the fog fog fog
And i will leave them all
Well i'm just a poor little baby
Cause well i believe them all
Oh so while your growing old
Under the gun gun gun
And i believe them all
Well i'm just one poor baby
Cause well i believe them all
[Pre-chorus]
I wish i could buy back
The woman you stole [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/y/yeah_yeah_yeahs/y_control.html ]
[Chorus]
Y-control, Y-control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
Out of control, out of control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
Out of control, high control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
Out of control, out of control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out
Oh so all my lovin' go's <<<----
Under the fog fog fog
And i believe them all
Well i'm just a poor little baby
Cause well i believe them all
I know im probably alone here but this song brings images of prostitution to mind. Every other blog ive read just talks about a relationship gone bad, or being walked out on, left broken hearted, but i hear something quite different... And perhaps it is my disturbed mind,but there is definately a chaotic sadness going on here. A desperation and despair. Its as if she had such high hopes, maybe came from a small town with dreams and aspirations of making it big but instead ended up walking the streets, and her life is out of control. Her innocence was stolen for the first time on some foggy night, and then every time after since. She is now under the control of the profession shes chosen.