[Intro: filthy syncopated bass, tight kick, cowbell, wah guitar and growling Hammond, sinister swagger] [Verse 1: smoky female alto, conversational Southern grit, playful menace, dirty bass-driven groove] Funny how the truth gets buried When the liar owns the shovel You can smile and shake my hand While you're digging your own trouble Every promise that you broke Every back you put a knife in You might think the world forgot But somebody's been writing [Pre-Chorus: bass digs deeper, Hammond swells, guitars creep in, increasingly threatening delivery] Pack your bags, change your name Find yourself another town You can leave your past behind But SHE knows how to track you down [Chorus: explosive post-grunge guitars, crushing drums, thick funk bass, aggressive cracked female belt, gospel harmonies] Lady Karma don't forget a single soul She remembers every story that you thought nobody told Go on, run for the hills Keep your feet off the ground Lady Karma ain't in no hurry But she's coming around [Verse 2: guitars retreat, filthy bass and wah groove, sly conversational female vocal] She's got no use for a courtroom No witnesses to call She don't care about your money Or the pictures on your wall You can buy yourself forgiveness From the people that you fooled But there's one thing about Karma She don't play by your rules [Pre-Chorus: drums tighten, Hammond growls, guitars build, aggressive vocal] No judge, no jury No deal to be made You can spend your whole life running But the bill's still gotta be paid [Chorus: full post-grunge explosion, gritty female belt, heavy funk bass, powerful female gospel harmonies] Lady Karma don't forget a single soul She remembers every story that you thought nobody told Go on, run for the hills Keep your feet off the ground Lady Karma ain't in no hurry But she's coming around [Bridge: sudden drop to bass and sparse kick, intimate snarling female vocal, deliberate pauses] She don't scream She don't shout She don't kick your damn door down She just pulls up a chair And waits for you to come around [Build: Hammond rises, distorted guitars creep in, vocal grows from sinister whisper into cracked aggressive belt] You can lie to everybody You can even fool yourself But you can't outrun the truth When there's nobody else [Instrumental Break: nasty wah guitar and Hammond trade short riffs over heavy syncopated bass, explosive drum fill] [Final Chorus: maximum energy, crushing guitars, relentless swamp-funk groove, explosive female belt, huge gospel harmonies] Lady Karma don't forget a single soul She remembers every story that you thought nobody told Go on, get down on your knees Say your prayers, make a sound Lady Karma ain't in no hurry But she's coming around [Outro: guitars drop away, bass and Hammond remain, intimate amused female vocal, slow fade] Mmm... Look who finally showed up. Took you long enough.
