I was Mario shouting "oops"
In a brick house
Moved to Japan
Pursued here by Mickey Mouse
Finally the white kid sticks out
But still gets a head
Without whipping his dick out
I prefer Dominos late
for the discount
500 yen's 5 games worth of taiko
Another train groper and I might go
American Psycho
Put him out like a light bulb
The Lynchian filth's beneath Duraimon
Necks tied tight
With neck ties
below dead eyes
12 hour shift
Overtime, bedtime
Pack in a train to
get ordered like french fries
Pondered all this over Mos Burger french fries
Got full, left my thoughts at the table
Crossed the street
Bought a used gamecube
Sought distraction in Resident Evil

CHORUS:

Ive fought foes
On the tokyo metro
With an Emishi bow
I Hone and I let go
X2

I fear death but today I fear these dreads more
My hair's knotty as a collie's in a pet store
A clear noggin's what I'm popping all these meds for
Advil, ten more
To help me feel mellow
High-strung as a cello
Rolling zigzags till my teeth turn yellow
Up against a teen on the tokyo metro
With a uniform skirt to turn
A clean man pedo
Phile
Miles of
Tiled
Aisles of
Piles of
Ramen
To pry down my pie hole
Eating feels purposeful
And the metabolic gods have been merciful
Vertigo
Blurring my vision on Sky Tree
The bright city lights they remind me
Of that scene in the Matrix
When Morpheus takes
Out a battery that’s exactly what I see

CHORUS x2

Earnest kids
Who dreamed reading
Vonnegut
Purged of their urge
And cursed into
Working stiff
Cubicle
Prison cells
Confused
How a bishop sells
Views of the Christian hell
As anything
Worse than this
Im left Piddling
Burnt out
Stressed
And stretched out like a
Limosine
heatwave
Seeking shade in the Giving Tree
burning through Coen box sets
like kindling
Anything
Whether four hour board games
Porn tapes
Or four hours of Borges
Volcano vapes
Followed by four hours of cornflakes
Followed forefathers
prolly I forked late
wanna abhor hate

But golly that
Logic
Doesn't
Work out x3