

Tokyo rain on my collar Bass line like a warning We move
quiet, then harder (oi)
Kowai? nah, I’m steady
Street talk, still ready
Low end shakes the tatami
We don’t fold, we don’t panic (oi,
hai)
Same platform, last train
I write bars in the back lane
Kanji in my notebook
Cold stare, but the facts plain (yeah)
Hands up, count one-two Shibuya to the back room Hold breath,
feel the floor move Then we kick through (oi)
Said I’m quiet, but I’m mean Clean steps,
heavy scene
Bassline
writes my surname
On the air, on the screen (hai)
Kowai? nah, I’m steady
Street talk, still ready
Low end shakes the tatami
We don’t fold, we don’t panic
(oi, hai)
Last note, still ringing Dawn comes,
I’m still grinning
Tokyo fades in the mirror
But the low end keeps singing (oi)