Karate
Corduroy
The fire is already out
When the rain comes
The nucleus of stress
Chooses dust in the end

Like aerosol evils
In a rush towards the sun

It's an oasis inside out
And fire is the trend
An oasis inside out
And fire, fire is the trend

Now what's left on your plate
As you sterilize the tine?
Have lessons on earth
Left you the will of a boy?

Are you just passing time
Or do you taste the wine?

What's left for us this spring
Besides grass-stained corduroy?
What's left for us this spring
Besides scratched-out corduroy?

Well, like it or not
The locusts come from spring
And all your plans are shot
And that stock's not worth a thing

Like it or not
The neighbours yell when we sing
Together

Like it or not
The locusts come from spring
And all your plans are shot
And that stock's not worth a thing
Like it or not
The neighbours yell when we sing

Now, I like pissing you, pissing you off
To get some kind of rise, I don't mind to suffer the sting of the cold from your eye
But suddenly I see that I can see when you're blind
To the weather, the spring, and the simplest things that bring us together