Lyrics

Kissed my son goodbye, I'm on a plane The war is just beginning My mother cried and called me by my name "Please come back home to me" They said to stay behind But I hear a voice inside And I've made my mind What goes up Must come down Give Karma time, she comes around Watch them burn To the ground Hidden under mortar rounds And whether by my hand, or by the barrel of a gun The grave is gonna gain Another one "You have a daughter on the way," she writes In a tear-stained letter "The news man said the death toll's getting high" It's getting hard not to worry It's eating at my mind, But none of us are here alone And we will make it home What goes up Must come down Give Karma time, she comes around Watch them burn To the ground Hidden under mortar rounds And whether by my hand, or by the barrel of a gun The grave is gonna gain Another one (Another one) What goes up Must come down Give Karma time, she comes around Watch them burn To the ground Hidden under mortar rounds And whether by my hand, or by the barrel of a gun The grave is gonna gain The grave is gonna gain The grave is gonna gain Another one
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