Karma

Karma dudes, karma.
You may not see it, hear it, feel it, smell it or taste it.

But you will digest it, suffocate from it, hurt, scream and try to look away.


It is coming like a heard of Elephants, massive and overwhelming.
It is the pride of people of a region, stepped on and abused.
It is a Tide of thirst welling from the ground in a drought.
It is the Crimson blood boiling in us all red-black and blue.


A team is formed
A bond of hearts
Broken legs and hands held high
We are 0ne.


On distant lands our brothers fight,
true hero's they receive no delight
Only daily news of their demise

So for them we step out on this fine grass
We come to kick your arse
Not because we dislike you
You just look like reporters to us

so Roll Tide Roll
let the crowd boo or yell
Crimson Tide love or to hell
Big Al is coming to town