Little Japan
Well, I heard you got a piece of Japan
Tattooed down the length of your hand
Truth is it hurt and he's full of shit
Oh, wisdom can I take me a bow
Perhaps I better take it lying down
Most days it's the chase that you serve with it
And I'm certain you're the high flame I can't quit
And I'll shake like you want me to be
The demon crawling that can't be me
You said love is a lame kid on your hip
Go on you be that wild one signing over you
Don't you come around me signing over you
And yes there goes my own voice signing over you
Lend me a mistaken vibe
I promise I'm a natural high
The pricker of your skin is feigning his wit
And the longing for a home well you reek of it
Writer/s: Motel Black
