~Krishna, I wanna come home~

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare / Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare

They say that in the world
The drink's mighty fine
Well, it's good for hogs and dogs,
But it tastes like turpentine!
Oh, I don't want any more of maya-life
Krishna , I wanna come home!

The food in the world,
They say is mighty fine,
But they eat and torture animals,
Hard is prasadam to find!
Oh, I don't want any more of maya-life
Krishna , I wanna come home!

The clothing that they give us
They say is mighty fine
Yet I don’t feel you in this garment
Dripped in blood it shines;
Oh, I don't want any more of maya-life
Krishna , I wanna come home!

The salary that they pay us,
They say is mighty fine
They pay you thirty dollars
For your soul plus forty-nine
Oh, I don't want any more of maya-life
Krishna , I wanna come;
Hari, I wanna come!
Krishna , I wanna come home!

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