The New Age folks all say it's true that life goes on for me and you Don't think it's over at the end Since when we die we start again Another time to make mistakes We get a different set of breaks sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad depending on the life we've had And in the karmic scheme of things the shit from last time seems to cling and makes our lives a smelly mess But we don't know, so on we press to find we're paying once again Though this is now, and that was then But based on all that I've been through There's nothing left for me to do I fear no comfort's to be found I was a prick last time around