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
Chorus:
Calling radio Tokyo
The lines are down, you're good to go
Can't you feel, this is real
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 sold your soul on e-bay
With an 8x10, autographed in pen
(Chorus)
Seven hours later
They stopped the elevator to the 2nd floor
And there was no more
