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