kaaaarmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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