Karma cola

I don't wanna get my karma cola (F# maj)

Sitting in a leaky, black gondola

of blind faith, that's just not me!

 

I don't wanna get instant nirvana,

I'd rather just have a nice banana

of the Truth, that sets me free

 

I'd rather be a little disillusioned

Waiting for dawn in mild confusion

in the night, of ignorance

 

I'd rather be miles from the nearest shore

Than give in to a lie, fable or lore,

from a vagabond, just out of jail

 

I'd rather go hungry, parched and weary

than turn around, regretful & sorry

for a life, lost & wasted.

 

I'd rather be poor man of sound mind,

Than win a contest of the popularity kind,

that'd do no good, to the brotherhood

 

I'd rather be a star pale and faint,

Than a comet that shines for just a moment,

And dissapears, leaving us here

Leavin' us here.....

 

I'd rather be a bathroom singer & crazy,

memories of love clear some hazy,

In the heart, where its always summer

 

I'd rather be a million dollars in debt,

Than have binding obligations set,

to be a slave, of a twisted knave

 

'Rather be dissolved the grand illusion,

Than stay afloat in false confusions,

of the torrid mind: rational & unkind

 

Rather be person, kind and wrong,

Than sing a dry, boring, rational song,

from the mind, that illusive find