Panic! at the Disco - Karma Police

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, he's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl,
her Hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, I've given all I can, it's not enough
I've given all I can, but were still on the payroll

This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you fuck* with us

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Shit! for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

I'm afraid that I...
I'm afraid that I...

Well I'm afraid that I, I lost myself, I lost myself.

[*Note: in the original lyrics it says "mess" here,
but in some covers Brendon sings it with "fuck"]