we believe in karma

We pulled it off
Right in front of your eyes
Like it was magic
They'll find us dead for this
When you paint the town
A lovely crimson red
Just wait till you get home
They'll find us dead for this
They'll find us dead
They'll find us dead or smiling

The trash we were talking
All last night
Or the compliments we sent
We will get what we deserve
Everything that goes around
It comes back around again
The trash you were talking
All last night
Or the compliments you sent
You will get what you deserve
Everything that goes around
It comes back around again
Stop whispering if
You're going to speak
You better make it good.