Karma

Time to wake up, time to rise up
Smell that morning sun
The saints are sleeping
Ghosts are serving
Coffee and a gun
Your plastic dreams are all
Just leading us to broken streets where there’s
A new kinda karma
Get what you’re gonna
Walking with writing
What you got coming
New kinda karma
Well now you’re wide-eyed
Got you tongue tied
With a devil in your ear
But you got morals
They might bursting in flames
But keep your conscience clear
Your loving needs a way
To save a little part of hoping for
A new kinda karma
Get what you’re gonna
Walking with writing
What you got coming
New kinda karma
Luck swings both ways, get it while you can
Take you by the hand
Make your own day, power to the choice
Lifting every voice, to sing
New kinda karma
Get what you’re gonna
A new kinda karma
Get what you’re gonna
Walking with writing
What you got coming
New kinda karma
New kinda karma
New kinda karma