Dharma and the bomb

Wasted days and cigarettes, cracked cement and palms,
Bodhidharma has gone fission with your vedic mom.
Yeah, the sergeant major is dreamin’ of a genie
and she’s armed with a borrowd 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 your 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 Baghavad 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.