

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)