Hey, this is my song for the guy who stole my bike
You should know the back wheel was not screwed on tight
You should know that the brakes lock up when you turn to the right

I was gonna fix it when I woke up in the morning
But you took it last night, I hope it gets you where you're going
You know it never got me anywhere, except for right now, I get to go back to sleep

And this is the verse for the guy that broke into my car
Took my stereo, my mixed tape of Mazzy Star
Some work ties, and a half eaten 'It's A Boy' bubblegum cigar

You should know that the stereo only played out of one side
You should know I was going to wake up and drive down to Fry's
Buy myself one of those fancy new CD players with the detachable faces and shiny lights
...So just think of what you could have had if you had just waited one night

And if I believed in the Karma Police
If I believed in the Karma Police
Surely they would be circling the scene

They'd be singing

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get now
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get

When you steal from a guy
Who owns nothing but broken shit