Karma

Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand
 What makes you so sad?
 Could life really be that bad?
 Sure, you've got your reasons
 But your alibis are lies
 The story is an old one
 It's been told a million times
 You were glad to be alive
 On life's journey
 You were excited
 But you were not in a hurry
 For years, you walked up
 And down each road
 You had to try them all
 Looking for your place, I guess
 Where you could rest and feel at home
 Now, tired of walking
 You've started to run
 Passing everything by
 But at least you're having fun
 Good karma, bad karma
 You'll get what you deserve
 There is good and evil
 You've got a lot to learn
 There is love, there is hate
 You can't do as you please
 Wash your face, take a bath
 Your aura's still filthy
 In someone's bathroom,
 Turning blue, puking green
 You're senile, senile at seventeen
 Scars on your brain
 From drinking beer and smoking weed
 Another acid tab, another shot of speed
 Good karma, bad karma
 You'll get what you deserve
 There is good and evil
 You've got a lot to learn
 There's no lie, only truth
 In reality
 You hat love, you love to hate
 Your soul is so diseased
 You are just a fish in a sea of human beings
 Lost in, caught up in, someone else's dream
 Afraid to laugh 'cause you might drown
 The true mad, sad clown sinking down
 Into the darkness where no one
 Would dare venture to save you...