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Lyrics for Tokyo Storm Warning by Elvis Costello:
| | | Artist: | Elvis Costello |
| | Album: | Blood Chocolate | | Track: | Tokyo Storm Warning | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 73 | | | | Lyrics: | The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery
And spilled into the reservoir 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
Chorus: 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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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"
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