Song | Boomerang Theory |
Artist | Gym Class Heroes |
Album | Clothes Off!! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The other night I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, ‽What goes around comes around†| |
And I have found that that's real | |
'Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
The other night I got arrested by the karma coppers | |
Tossed in the back of sarcastic patty wagon and beaten bloody, buddy | |
And I didn't resist I knew I had it coming to me | |
I didn't get pissed when they issued the summons to me | |
For years and years [Incomprehensible] ignorance | |
The peers and peers that listened so well | |
And for tears and tears I tasted more than influence | |
I'm still here on this pier for fear of setting sail | |
Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me | |
I gave my girl a little and let my friends receive the rest of me | |
So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips | |
A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something | |
So this is for the frogs that felt the wrath of my firecrackers | |
And all the roaches that I stomped with no regard | |
And all the candy that got stolen from the corner store | |
I'm really sorry, being human is kind of hard | |
I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, ‽What goes around comes around†| |
And I have found that that's real | |
'Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
Okay, okay, okay | |
This is what I get, I mean no disrespect but | |
I'll accept these charges, you can keep your plea bargains, pardon | |
I made this machine and every rusty cog-nance in it | |
And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute | |
The time, the time left over on my dinner plate | |
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth | |
I'm fine, I'm fine, just let me reevaluate | |
I'm innocent, don't believe me? Well, here's the proof | |
I've been that model citizen, paper route and all | |
Small enough to look up skirts to tall enough to play basketball | |
I had to fall just to stand and realize I'm just a man | |
So here I am in handcuffs the shit that makes a man tough | |
So this is for the farmers we have mass soaked with our water guns | |
And all the animals that died 'cuz we were bored | |
Then all the girls with broken hearts I'm truly sorry | |
I learned my lesson, I'm confessing, hit record | |
I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, ‽What goes around comes around†| |
And I have found that that's real | |
'Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
The other night I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, ‽What goes around comes around†| |
And I have found that that's real | |
'Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill |
The other night I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
The other night I got arrested by the karma coppers | |
Tossed in the back of sarcastic patty wagon and beaten bloody, buddy | |
And I didn' t resist I knew I had it coming to me | |
I didn' t get pissed when they issued the summons to me | |
For years and years Incomprehensible ignorance | |
The peers and peers that listened so well | |
And for tears and tears I tasted more than influence | |
I' m still here on this pier for fear of setting sail | |
Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me | |
I gave my girl a little and let my friends receive the rest of me | |
So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips | |
A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something | |
So this is for the frogs that felt the wrath of my firecrackers | |
And all the roaches that I stomped with no regard | |
And all the candy that got stolen from the corner store | |
I' m really sorry, being human is kind of hard | |
I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
Okay, okay, okay | |
This is what I get, I mean no disrespect but | |
I' ll accept these charges, you can keep your plea bargains, pardon | |
I made this machine and every rusty cognance in it | |
And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute | |
The time, the time left over on my dinner plate | |
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth | |
I' m fine, I' m fine, just let me reevaluate | |
I' m innocent, don' t believe me? Well, here' s the proof | |
I' ve been that model citizen, paper route and all | |
Small enough to look up skirts to tall enough to play basketball | |
I had to fall just to stand and realize I' m just a man | |
So here I am in handcuffs the shit that makes a man tough | |
So this is for the farmers we have mass soaked with our water guns | |
And all the animals that died ' cuz we were bored | |
Then all the girls with broken hearts I' m truly sorry | |
I learned my lesson, I' m confessing, hit record | |
I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
The other night I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill |
The other night I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
The other night I got arrested by the karma coppers | |
Tossed in the back of sarcastic patty wagon and beaten bloody, buddy | |
And I didn' t resist I knew I had it coming to me | |
I didn' t get pissed when they issued the summons to me | |
For years and years Incomprehensible ignorance | |
The peers and peers that listened so well | |
And for tears and tears I tasted more than influence | |
I' m still here on this pier for fear of setting sail | |
Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me | |
I gave my girl a little and let my friends receive the rest of me | |
So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips | |
A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something | |
So this is for the frogs that felt the wrath of my firecrackers | |
And all the roaches that I stomped with no regard | |
And all the candy that got stolen from the corner store | |
I' m really sorry, being human is kind of hard | |
I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
Okay, okay, okay | |
This is what I get, I mean no disrespect but | |
I' ll accept these charges, you can keep your plea bargains, pardon | |
I made this machine and every rusty cognance in it | |
And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute | |
The time, the time left over on my dinner plate | |
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth | |
I' m fine, I' m fine, just let me reevaluate | |
I' m innocent, don' t believe me? Well, here' s the proof | |
I' ve been that model citizen, paper route and all | |
Small enough to look up skirts to tall enough to play basketball | |
I had to fall just to stand and realize I' m just a man | |
So here I am in handcuffs the shit that makes a man tough | |
So this is for the farmers we have mass soaked with our water guns | |
And all the animals that died ' cuz we were bored | |
Then all the girls with broken hearts I' m truly sorry | |
I learned my lesson, I' m confessing, hit record | |
I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill | |
The other night I got arrested | |
By the karma police and beat down | |
And didn' t bother waiting for my receipt | |
Hopped on my feet and skipped town | |
They say, What goes around comes around | |
And I have found that that' s real | |
' Cuz even with a stomach filled | |
With chill pills I still feel ill |