Outrunning karma, that boy

He′s such a charmer, all the

Bugs and their larva, followHim out to Colorado

Ten dozen hearts in a bag

Their bodies lying, he'll drag

Them down to Colorado

A modern desperado

And he′ll race for miles through the night

He runs because he knows he cannot hide

He's never gonna make it, all the

Poor people he's forsaken, karma

Is always gonna chase him for his lies

It′s just a game of waiting, from the

Church steeple down to Satan, karma

There′s really no escaping 'til he dies

Outrunning karma, that boy

Can′t run no farther, it's the

Last days of Sparta, follow

Him down to meet Apollo

Then he′ll brace for battle in the night

He'll fight because he knows he cannot hide

He′s never gonna make it, all the

Poor people he's forsaken, karma

Is always gonna chase him for his lies

It's just a game of waiting, from the

Church steeple down to Satan, karma

There′s really no escaping ′til he dies

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la

He's never gonna make it, all the

Poor people he′s forsaken, karma

Is always gonna chase him for his lies

It's just a game of waiting, from the

Church steeple down to Satan, karma

There′s really no escaping 'til he dies

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la