Seven hours later, she takes the elevator to the 2nd floor To the underground committee That's where they'll decide if you'll be praised or you'll be Tied up on the bathroom floor As you scream for more
All the souls are dying while the idiots are trying To convince you that they're cooler but they still don't know They're about to lose control And they'll be saying now
Calling radio tokyo The lines are down, you're good to go This is real, can't you feel Calling radio tokyo The kids are feeling way to low They're on their knees Won't somebody please just bring them home
Get out of the black car On the sidewalk of the big stars Of the now and then, Kinda feels a little late Someone had a bad day, So they sell your soul on e-bay With an 8×10, aoutographed in pen
All the souls are dying while some idiots are trying To convince you that they're cooler but they still don't know They're about to lose control And they'll be saying now
Calling radio tokyo The lines are down, you're good to go This is real, can't you feel Calling radio tokyo The kids are feeling way to low They're on their knees Won't somebody please just bring them home
Seven hours later They stopped the elevator to the 2nd floor And there was no more
