Karma police, arrest this man He talks in maths He buzzes like a fridge He’s like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl Her Hitler hairdo is Making me feel ill And we have crashed her party
This is what you get This is what you get This is what you get when you mess with us
Karma Police I’ve given all I can It’s not enough I’ve given all I can But we’re still on the payroll
This is what you get This is what you get This is what you get when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
In the early version, the first verse went: Karma police arrest this girl She stares at me As if she owns the world and We have crashed her party |