O karma.... respeitinho com ele... muito respeitinho...digo eu, que já não sei o que quero, onde estou e para onde vou, a vida o grande ponto de interrogação, na qual os emocionais estão em desvantagem quando as necessidades básicas precisam ser asseguradas pela razão... isto porque no man is an island, except someone that is ibiza....
segue-se uma petite homenage a esse grande pensador, o thom yorke:
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes 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, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were 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 a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
karma police, radiohead
