Wasted days and cigarettes.
Cracked cement and palms.
Bodhidharma has gone fission
With your vedic mom.
Yeah, the Sergeant Major is dreamin' of genie
And she's armed with a borrowed polka-dot bikini, oh yeah.
Tomorrow's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
The shallows seem evangelical
When you're slammed up against a wall.
And you're stoked to watch all creation
Go over the falls.
Yeah, Kali is coming and you'd better believe it.
That girl's got the atom and the bhagavad ghita, oh yeah.
Samsara's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
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