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