The reward comes after joining, on parallel lines
I love Tokyo, but there’s nothing here
Give me a Rickenbacker 620
I don’t even have 190,000 yen, at Ochanomizu
Flying on the scent of Marshals is tough
Just reaching the climax every night
Using a single rat as a tool for business
Then Bengie reflects in my lungs and trips
Lately, playing cops and robbers in Ginza
Even if you cross the border, the mighty will fall
Please write a receipt
I’m not even working as a tax accountant, at Korakuen
I want to become a monk and get married in the future
Just playing with bedding every night
I want to be the girlfriend of a pizza shop
Then Bengie hits me with a Gretsch
Please give me something to chew and ripen
I’m going home on the last train, to Ikebukuro