Karma Man - David Bowie

Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls

At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes

Every child’s mother holds an ice-cream cone, they circle round

Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in the tent where no one goes

A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor he’s clogged and clothed in saffron

robes

His beads are all he owns

Slow down, slow down

Someone must have said that slow him down

Slow down, slow down

It’s pictured on the arms of the Karma Man

Fairy tale skin, depicting scenes from human zoos

Impermanent toys like peace and war a gentle face you’ve seen before

Karma Man tattooed on your side, the wheel of life

I see my times and who I’ve been I only live now and I don’t know why

I struggle hard to take these pictures in, but

All my friends can see is just the pinkness of his skin

Slow down, slow down

Someone must have said that slowed him down

Slow down, slow down

It’s pictured on the arms of the Karma Man

Slow down, slow down

Someone must have said that slowed him down

Slow down, slow down