Seven hours later, she takes the elevator
To the second 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
Oh, 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 'em 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 8 by 10, 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
Oh, 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 'em home?

Seven hours later, they stopped the elevator to the second floor
And there was no more

Calling Radio Tokyo, the lines are down, you're good to go
Oh, 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 'em home?

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 'em home?