Karma — текст песни (Dirty Rotten Imbeciles)

(Lyrics by Brecht)

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