Seven hours later

She takes the elevator

To the second floor

To the underground commitee

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

PRE-CHORUS:

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

Now can't you feel

This is real

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 sold your soul on Ebay

With an 8 x 10

Autographed in pen

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

Seven hours later

They stopped the elevator

To the second floor

And there was no more

CHORUS

Whoa-oa-oa-oa

Yeah!