I often dream about Japan at midnight,
Bright lights, big city, Tokyo destroy me.

A trillion silicon chips, talking and squawking,
Terabyte megaflops, flip-flopping, flop-flipping.

A billion tiny cameras, tick-clicking, click-ticking.
Video game night lights, television bright kites.
A thousand neon lights, flashing and buzzing.
Haiku, tea-room, Samurai, silk loom.

A hundred compact cars, humming and revving.
Low cost, good value, never break down here.
Tokyo is tall
I see her fall
Hari-Kiri calls
Tokyo will fall
I often dream about Japan at midnight.
Asian island Empire, blood red Pacific sun.

A billion bamboo stalks, stretching and reaching.
Forest spirit temples, have my blessing.

A dozen cherry trees, blooming and glowing.
Five petals, white snow falls in spring.
Lonely tired dragon, moulting and boiling.
Drop scales down, good luck, bad luck.

A single silent mountain, waiting and breathing.
Strike slow now, sit down, dress down.

Sit down, dress down.
Tokyo is tall
I see her fall
Hari-Kiri calls
Tokyo will fall
I often dream about Japan at midnight.
Kurosawa pictures, tell stories, embrace me.
 Modern toys, modern cars, Modern buildings, modern scars.
Wading through the endless sea of people.
A million manga girls, smiling and winking.
Fan service, tight clothes, finger wagging flirt.
 Yakusa Samurai and piles of money,
lumped together like a raging tsunami.
Flying with the dragon, on a Saturday night.
A thousand mindless gamers, sitting in the dark.
Pac-man guitarist, smoking cigarettes.
 Illuminating bright, on the night sky,
The waiting, the wandering, Karaoke after midnight.
A hundred Geisha dancers, lost their legacy.
Dance, dance, evolution, put it to the test.
 Tai chi moves along the internet ground.
Parting waves for the daily Taoist philosophy.
Tokyo destroy me. Tokyo destroy me.
Tokyo destroy me.
Take your technology and wrap me inside.
Rainbow fashion teens, rainbow fashion tease.
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