You’ve been, been hiding in books behind doors and nIn sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes nI got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me nYou’re looking straight through me nExcuse me, excuse me, but why? Why? nWhat’s this all for? nnIn stitches I fidget with digital glitches nA million mental pictures running through my little brain nThen I wrestle with the muscles in my face nTo place the smile that once came easily to me you see nI’m not what I appear to be It’s not me, this is not me nnDomo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato nArigato, arigato nDomo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato nArigato, arigato nnStand on ceremony waiting for the doctor’s orders nGotta go and see him ‘cause the fat is clogging your aorta nBankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting nAnd the commuters are shouting silently under their breath nnTelevision talking at you fucking idiotic nWhile the magazines are tempting you with images erotic nBut the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable nYour piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies nLies, fucking lies nnDomo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato nArigato, arigato nDomo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato nArigato, arigato nDo you know? Do you know? nDo you know how to get home? How to get home? nYou’re sliding, you’re sliding, you’re sliding down nNo! Take…take…take me home! nnDomo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato nArigato, thanks! nDomo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato nI’m taking my toys and going home! n