Sunday, April 17, 2005

Karma Police

I am very cold.

Who else thinks these lyrics are SPECTACULAR?

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

I don't know.

I don't know what this song is trying to tell me. I don't even particularly care. Does it matter?

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