Karma – D.R.I. – letras

Hey, punk, with that bottle in your handWhat makes you so sad?Could life really be that bad?Sure, you’ve got your reasonsBut your alibis are liesThe story is an old oneIt’s been told a million timesYou were glad to be aliveOn life’s journeyYou were excitedBut you were not in a hurryFor years, you walked up and down each roadYou had to try them allLooking for your place, I guessWhere you could rest and feel at homeNow, tired of walkingYou’ve started to runPassing everything byBut at least you’re having funGood karma, bad karmaYou’ll get what you deserveThere is good and evilYou’ve got a lot to learnThere is love, there is hateYou can’t do as you pleaseWash your face, take a bathYour aura’s still filthyIn someone’s bathroom, turning blue, puking greenYou’re senile, senile at seventeenScars on your brain from drinking beer and smoking weedAnother acid tab, another shot of speedGood karma, bad karmaYou’ll get what you deserveThere is good and evilYou’ve got a lot to learnThere’s no lie, only truthIn realityYou hat love, you love to hateYour soul is so diseasedYou are just a fish in a sea of human beingsLost in, caught up in, someone else’s dreamAfraid to laugh ’cause you might drownThe true mad, sad clown sinking downInto the darkness where no oneWould dare venture to save you