Just enjoy my bootiful blossoms!
--Lyrics-- Outrunning karma, that boy He's such a charmer, all the Bugs and their larva follow Him out to Colorado Ten-dozen hearts in a bag Their bodies lyin', 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 escape until he dies Outrunning karma, that boy Can't run no farther, it's the Last days of Sparta, follow Him down to meet Apollo And 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 escape until 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 escape until he dies La-la-la, la la, la-la-la, la la La-la-la, la la, la la
