Like ketchup gets out blood stains
Like body odor can mask bad breath
Like a car wash is just waiting ’til it rains
Like the relevance of your bills after death
The shit got handled one way or the other
and there wasn’t much left for you to do
’cause karma knows exactly how to smother
Working it out whether or not you planned to
It worked
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 