When I look into the mirror lately what stares back at me?
A face that I don't recognize and eyes I can't bear to meet
Hey there, Mr. Stranger. Is this how you've always dreamed you'd be?
A broken, bruised, empty shell of a man that's been branded by the days he's seen
Karma is a bastard and it goes around, you see.
And I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch so I'll take what's gonna come to me
I could head on out to ...California...
Or down to ...Tennessee...
And just leave my troubles so far behind that they'll never find a way to me
Isn't that the joke of my life?
Ain't that the irony?
Cuz my troubles exist right here in my mind and I know they'll come along with me.
Karma is a bastard and it goes around, you see.
And I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch so I'll take what's gonna come to me
I've got a heart of stone.
But it's never gonna weigh me down
Karma is a bastard and it goes around, you see.
And I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch so I'll take what's gonna come to me