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
