This is your life -- a special guest
Give it to me straight
They never learn -- back down you go with all the other apes
Now hold tight stay focused on that point of light
And just like learning to ride a bike
Suddenly it occurs to me I just might be spinning

Around and round at the turnstile of heaven's gate
Where I'm stuck in a tug of war for my soul
And there's no escape
This game I refuse to play
It's the tale of the karmic castaway

Surely at last the one -- to war
This guy could use a break
Hey not so fast your country calls
There must be some mistake
Now pretty soon -- start relax and just let it flow
Before long I never cast my vote
Suddenly it comes clear to me that I just keep spinning

Around and round at the turnstile of heaven's gate
It's as though I'm a refugee from the heart of our milky way
Hit it big for your passion play
Then my days as the karmic castaway

Ooh - ascended masters claim
Seven levels to attain self-realization
Saved - another dose of cosmic rays
Re-aligns your DNA and forces early graduation
(Congratulations)
But to my western mind it just seems so asinine
How you could find yourself going round
Not a hundred, a thousand but a million life times

(Sports announcer)

You claim it's preordained
But before you all get too carried away
My higher self has a point to make
This whole damned thing's rather inhumane
Won't you please stop spinning
Round and round and round (etc)

Around and round at the turnstile of heaven's gate
Nothing more than your eyes and ears volunteering an altered state
Got a comment -- but have to wait
Have a voice -- but don't have a say
Karmic death -- such a bitch today
Say your prayer for the karmic castaway

Don't want to play this game
To another ground hog's day
It's more fun that way