Karma policeArrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like a fridgeHe's

If I get oldI will not give inBut if I do,

is the placeSit down, you’re safe nowYou’ve been stuck

In the next world warIn a jackknifed juggernautI am born againIn

are barn doorsAnd there are revolving doorsDoors in the

jumps in a week, I bet youThink that's pretty

bitter and twistedHe knows what he wantsHe wants to

can't afford to breathe in this townNowhere to sit

1. Cowboy Song2. After the Gold Rush3. Shot by Both Sides4.

When you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're just

you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're

around hereEveryone is so nearIt's holding onIt's holding

might be wrong, I might be wrongI could have

Nobody does it betterMakes me feel sad for the restNobody does

take it with are not to blame forYou

police, arrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like

motorways, and tram-linesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

JimCaught himself lookin' for the deadStep awayStick around for

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your

So sell your suit and tieAnd come with me to MarsThe