You've been, been hiding in books behind doors and ¢ In sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes ¢ I got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me ¢ You're looking straight through me ¢ Excuse me, excuse me, but why? Why? ¢ What's this all for?

In stitches I fidget with digital glitches ¢ A million mental pictures running through my little brain ¢ Then I wrestle with the muscles in my face ¢ To place the smile that once came easily to me you see ¢ I'm not what I appear to be ¢ It's not me, this is not me

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ¢ Arigato, arigato ¢ Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ¢ Arigato, arigato

Stand on ceremony waiting for the doctor's orders ¢ Gotta go and see him ˜cause the fat is clogging your aorta ¢ Bankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting ¢ And the commuters are shouting silently under their breath

Television talking at you fucking idiotic ¢ While the magazines are tempting you with images erotic ¢ But the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable ¢ Your piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies ¢ Lies, fucking lies

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ¢ Arigato, arigato ¢ Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ¢ Arigato, arigato

Do you know? Do you know? ¢ Do you know how to get home? How to get home? ¢ You're sliding, you're sliding, you're sliding down ¢ No! Take¦take¦take me home!

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ¢ Arigato, thanks! ¢ Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato ¢ I'm taking my toys and going home!