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.