Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand   What makes you so sad?   Could life really be that bad?      Sure, you've got your reasons   But your alibis are lies   The story is an old one   It's been told a million times      You were glad to be alive   On life's journey   You were excited   But you were not in a hurry      For years, you walked up   And down each road   You had to try them all      Looking for your place, I guess   Where you could rest and feel at home   Now, tired of walking   You've started to run      Passing everything by   But at least you're having fun   Good karma, bad karma   You'll get what you deserve   There is good and evil   You've got a lot to learn   There is love, there is hate   You can't do as you please   Wash your face, take a bath   Your aura's still filthy      In someone's bathroom,   Turning blue, puking green   You're senile, senile at seventeen   Scars on your brain   From drinking beer and smoking weed   Another acid tab, another shot of speed      Good karma, bad karma   You'll get what you deserve   There is good and evil   You've got a lot to learn   There's no lie, only truth   In reality   You hat love, you love to hate   Your soul is so diseased      You are just a fish in a sea of human beings   Lost in, caught up in, someone else's dream   Afraid to laugh 'cause you might drown   The true mad, sad clown sinking down   Into the darkness where no one   Would dare venture to save you...