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 so many kids 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 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 them home
Get out of the big car
On the sidewalk of the big stars
Of the now and then
Kinda feels a little late

Someone has a bad day
So they sell 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!