Pancake Karma

They fell out in to the navy night
With smiles of stone
Walking down roads that glittered
With winter light and snow

Linking thin arms, they swam the sea, a soul sea
Gleefully cackling, bitter and twisted
Burning like golden rings
It was the burning of the bright, young things

Not a penny on them, but they had expensive needs
Flying down hot city streets, country and the city mouse
Found an old dutch pancake house, ordered a plate of syrupy lies

Yeah they ate them all up and licked the plate dry
Ordered eight, left without paying
Syrupy, syrupy lies

Ran down the streets with pancake gods saying
We can see your guilty, guilty eyes
Tonight a pancake thief dies

Run as fast as you can, run as fast as you can
Run as fast as you can, as fast as you can
As fast as you can

Because pancake karma is coming for you
Pancake karma is coming for you
Drunk kids never pay for food
Gives the gods a foul mood
Pancake karma is come, is coming for you

Sleepy when drink the magical wind
Parting winds of the bright things
Split them apart, cement on their wake
To places where the pancake gods wait

One got lost and ended up in leighton stone
Other missed the train, or lost his wallet, man bag, and his phone
60 pounds spent on a black cab
All the way back home, all the way back home
Oh, all the way back home.

Gods chirped: Oh, you’re not so smug anymore
Karma kicked your butt real good
And next time you try making a runner for the door
Don’t be tight, just pay for your food
Don’t be tight, just pay for your food

Run as fast as you can, run as fast as you can
Run as fast as you can, as fast as you can
As fast as you can

Because pancake karma is coming for you
Pancake karma will always ring true
Drunk kids never pay for food
Gives the pancake gods a foul mood
Pancake karma is come, is come, is coming for you