Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Just done mash a show
Dog is off on sabbatical
Rather watch the Nixon shit
Than politicians politic
CNN and all this shit
Gwaan yo, move with the fuckery
Trump and SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Bloodclot, you doing
Bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain't already ruined
In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling, swearing they the greatest
Online they debate us, if we're different then we're haters
We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food
The nucleus is here now (ooh)

Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin
Every nation, Obama nation, let the coroner in
Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men
Just embrace it and die alone, a song of revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all insanity
Look around, sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground

(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio