Letra de Tokyo

The coffee's too weak, and the city's too strong
And the people don't dance like they do in the songs
But then again, who needs songs when you're dancing for businessmen
Who don't listen to the songs, and they sure can't dance
Never learned to dance 'cause I exercise
The right to write in the time to kill
If you're looking for a husband, i'm "heart, heart, heart,"
Like an egg on a sidewalk beginning to fry, begging not to die
But who cares if the eggs can't hatch?
We'll be quietly doomed like an unborn fetus in the microwave
Wish we were real, wish we weren't real
'cause you can't have cattle drowning in milk
'cause the skin isn't skin, and the skin isn't silk
So we transform dreams. people like strip clubs
And my pen likes the pigs 'cause they're easy to write about
Skin's barely skin and the castle's barely built;
A whole world made of guilt. one more neck for my quill
One more face for my quilt, one less apple in queens
And if you think you can run, don't even show me how
Don't even make me laugh, i wanna make you cry, but you don't know how
To stop running in place (stop running in place, a sick, sick world)
I'm only trying to breathe, people shouldn't even breed
People don't like me...like me shouldn't breed...
Like me shouldn't read...like me shouldn't breathe
I can't stop shaking like the meat that eats me
Like the meat that eats us, like the meat that eats meat
I never ever lie, and i'm always right
I've never seen a christian, but i'm sure they exist
When they find me, they'll probably kill me
With hearts and rainbows and afterschool specials

Chorus:
It's a sick, sick life and a sick, sick book
And a sick, sick tongue to eat the world...
When they finally find you in a tunnel with no light you must be alive...
"run, rabbit, when they catch you they'll kill you."

Whether frightened or hungry, the animal is delicate
And doesn't digest; or so he says
He tastes like water and will give you cancer, so don't eat me
Before I die with one big gulp
Hold the world so tight, 'cause us leeches need love
It's a sick, sick me and a pretty, pretty you
And a pretty, pretty view. it's pretty easy to suffer
Why wallow in fear (why wallow in fear) when there's nothing to think about?
We already know that there's nowhere to go, and when the mind can't rest
It's a sick, sick us. welcome to the coma, god's in a coma;
When he wakes up, you're gone
Gone like the free world, gone like the indians
Gone like the 8-bit alien gameshow
And he don't care. it's either pray or be prey
Kill or be killed, gods gotta be gods
I just gotta be here 'til the game's reset or I finally escape
Someone else's nightmare. planets like dreams
I dream like a planet, and i sleep like a tv with the tv on
And immigrants selling sex: buy a beautiful girl, buy a dumb american...

When they finally find you in a tunnel with no light you must be alive...
"run, rabbit, when they catch you they'll kill you."