TRY TO UNDERSTAND THIS: I AM NOT IN A BAD HUMOR. JUST LISTENING MUSIC, SITTING IN THE GRASS AT FRIDAY AFTERNOON.
ASÍ SUCEDIÓ, TERMINÓ MI CLASE DE CINE Y POSTMODERNIDAD. ABANDONÉ EL SALÓN DE CLASES Y ME DIRIGÍ ATRÁS DEL EDIFICIO H. A MI CLAUSTRO SIN PAREDES, CON SUELO DE PASTO Y TECHO AZUL LLAMADO CIELO.
UNA CANCIÓN ME IDIOTIZÓ, KARMA POLICE, NUNCA SUPE QUÉ SIGNIFICADO TENÍA PERO LA ESCUCHÉ MÁS DE DIEZ VECES. ME DEPRIMÍ, ME ALEGRÉ, LLORÉ Y REÍ. QUÉ MIERDA. QUISE ESTAR SOLO UNOS MINUTOS. ME PERMITÍ DEPRIMIRME.
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes 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
Karma police,
Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with usAnd for a minute there,
I lost myself,
I lost myself
And for a minute there,
I lost myself,
I lost myself
For a minute there,
I lost myself,
I lost myself
