Today in the TV station, once again
the commentators are making a fuss.
Hurting our ears with drama and make-believe;
it's all nothing but some talk from a distant world.
To hell with your justice too!
Evil and conspiracy won't be exposed.
I just want to sip that sweet nectar,
that cheap ass clown is heading just over there.
"Wake up people in Tokyo Daydream."
Open your eyes, open eyes wide.
Rock'n'rollers sing only 'bout love and life.
"Wake up people in Tokyo Daydream."
Open your eyes, open eyes wide.
It could be the start of something new tonight.
A sensation from dressing up flashy,
the subordinates of the TV station.
A penniless celebration,
tonight's stark naked simulation.
"The honest watch the fools";
I'll shoot those antiheroes who can only diss.
That long-legged opportunist and selfish boss
makes money just by deceiving little children.
"Wake up people in Tokyo Daydream."
Open your eyes, open eyes wide.
Rock'n'rollers sing only 'bout love and life.
"Wake up people in Tokyo Daydream."
Open your eyes, open eyes wide.
It could be the start of something new tonight.
From the velvet that was rubbed until it shred
the exposed wounds will show,
but blood will flow by itself.
There'll be an empty forte, and with that comes pain.
The ways that arrived will turn their heads to the newborn weakness.
People's waves break and retreat
yet rinse and repeat the work of everyday.
The velvet that was rubbed until it shred
exposed wounds will show admirably,
but blood will flow by itself.
There'll be an empty apology
from the evasive livelihood of this city.
"Wake up people in Tokyo Daydream."
Open your eyes, open eyes wide.
Rock'n'rollers sing only 'bout love and life.
"Wake up people in Tokyo Daydream."
Open your eyes, open eyes wide.
It could be the start of something new tonight.