Thom Yorke
Karma Police
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, he's like a detuned radio
Karma police, 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
When you mess with us

Karma police, I've given all I can, it's not enough
I've given all I can but we're still on the payroll

This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us
When you mess with us

And for a minute I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute I lost myself, I lost myself