Lyrics Karma Police - Friday Night Party

Karmapolis, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He freezes like a fridge
He's like a virtual radio

Karmapolis, 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

Karmapolis, I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still only payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get
When you mess with us

For a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself
Yeah, for a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself
For a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself
Yeah, for a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself