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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 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 too 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 eBay With an 8x10, autographed 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 too 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 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 too low They're on their knees Won't somebody please just bring them home Calling radio Tokyo The kids are feeling way too low They're on their knees Won't somebody please just bring them home |
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Do you have the time
to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone No doubt about it 후렴 Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned? I went to a shrink To analyze my dreams She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down I went to a whore He said my life's a bore So quit my whining cause it's bringing her down 후렴 반복 Grasping to control So I better hold on 후렴 반복 별 것도 아닌걸 가지고 야단 법석을 떨면서 내가 푸념하는 걸 들어 본적이 있어? 난 그저 멜로드라마에나 나오는 신파조의 바보에다가 뼛속까지 완전히 노이로제에 걸린 놈인게 확실해 후렴 때론 나 자신이 섬뜩해 지기도 하고, 때론 내가 나를 속이기도 해 그런 일이 계속되고 있어 난 쇠진해져가는 것 같애 내가 정신분열증에 걸린걸까? 마약에 취하기라고 한걸까? 내 망상을 분석해보려고 정신과 의사에게 갔어 성관계가 부족해서 의기소침해지는 거라고 하더군 그래서 홍등가에 갔지 그는 내 삶이 따분하니 그만 푸념하라고 하더군 그러면 그녀를 실망시킬테니까 후렴 반복 날 통제하려면 계속 버텨 나가는게 났겠어 후렴 반복 |
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