Tokyo Storm Warning

Tokyo Storm Warning Lyrics
 The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery
 And spilled into the mezzanine of the crushed capsule hotel
 Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical refinery
 And I knew I was in trouble but I thought I was in hell
 So you look around the tiny room and you wonder where the hell you are
 While the K.K.K. convention are all stranded in the bar
 They wear hoods and carry shotguns in the main streets of Montgomery
 But they're helpless here as babies 'cause they're only here on holiday
 What do we care if the world is a joke
 (Tokyo Storm Warning)
 We'll give it a big kiss
 We'll give it a poke
 (Tokyo Storm Warning)
 Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
 (Tokyo Storm Warning)
 We're only living this instant
 The black sand stuck beneath her feet in a warm Sorrento sunrise
 A barefoot girl from Naples or was it a Barcelona hi-rise
 Whistles out the tuneless theme song on a hundred cheap suggestions
 And a million false seductions and all those eternal questions
 So they flew the Super-Constellation all the way from Rimini
 And feasted them on fish and chips from a newspaper facsimile
 Now dead Italian tourists bodies litter up the Broadway
 Some people can't be told you know they have to learn the hard way
 Holidays are dirt-cheap in the Costa del Malvinas
 In the Hotel Argentina they can hardly tell between us
 For Teresa is a waitress though she's now known as Juanita
 In a tango bar in Stanley or in Puerto Margarita
 She's the sweetest and the sauciest
 The loveliest and the naughtiest
 She's Miss Buenos Aires in a world of lacy lingerie
 Japanese God Jesus robots telling teenage fortunes
 For all we know and all we care they might as well be Martians
 They say gold paint on the palace gates comes from the teeth of pensioners
 They're so tired of shooting protest singers
 That they hardly mention us
 While fountains fill with second-hand perfume
 And sodden trading stamps
 They'll hang the bullies and the louts that dampen down the day
 We braved the cold November air and the undertaker's curses
 Saying "Take me to the Folies Bergere and please don't spare the hearses"
 For he always had a dream of that revolver in your purse
 How you loved him 'til you hated him and made him cry for mercy
 He said "Don't ever mention my name there or talk of all the nights you cried
 We've always been like worlds apart now you're seeing two nightmares collide"