Youâve been, been hiding in books behind doors and ⢠In sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes ⢠I got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me ⢠Youâre looking straight through me ⢠Excuse me, excuse me, but why? Why? ⢠Whatâs this all for?
In stitches I fidget with digital glitches ⢠A million mental pictures running through my little brain ⢠Then I wrestle with the muscles in my face ⢠To place the smile that once came easily to me you see ⢠Iâm not what I appear to be ⢠Itâs not me, this is not me
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ⢠Arigato, arigato ⢠Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ⢠Arigato, arigato
Stand on ceremony waiting for the doctorâs orders ⢠Gotta go and see him âcause the fat is clogging your aorta ⢠Bankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting ⢠And the commuters are shouting silently under their breath
Television talking at you fucking idiotic ⢠While the magazines are tempting you with images erotic ⢠But the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable ⢠Your piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies ⢠Lies, fucking lies
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ⢠Arigato, arigato ⢠Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ⢠Arigato, arigato
Do you know? Do you know? ⢠Do you know how to get home? How to get home? ⢠Youâre sliding, youâre sliding, youâre sliding down ⢠No! Takeâ¦takeâ¦take me home!
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ⢠Arigato, thanks! ⢠Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ⢠Iâm taking my toys and going home!