The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery 
And spilled into the reservoir of the [bad word] capsule hotel 
Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical refinery 
And I knew I was in trouble but I thought I was in [bad word] 
So you look around the tiny room and you wonder where the [bad word] you are 
While the K.K.K. convention are all stranded in the bar 
They wear hoods and carry shotguns in the main streets of Montgomery 
But they're helpless here as babies 'cause they're only here on holiday 
 [bad word]  What do we care if the world is a joke 
(Tokyo Storm Warning) 
We'll give it a big kiss 
We'll give it a poke 
(Tokyo Storm Warning) 
Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke 
(Tokyo Storm Warning) 
We're only living this instant 

The black sand stuck beneath her feet in a warm Sorrento sunrise 
barefoot girl from Naples or was it a Barcelona hi-rise 
Whistles out the tuneless theme song on a hundred cheap suggestions 
And a million false seductions and all those eternal questions 
 [bad word] 

So they flew the Super-Constellation all the way from Rimini 
And feasted them on fish and chips from a newspaper facsimile 
Now dead Italian tourists bodies litter up the Broadway 
Some people can't be told you know they have to learn the hard way 

Holidays are dirt-cheap in the Costa del Malvinas 
In the Hotel Argentina they can hardly tell between us 
For Teresa is a waitress though she's now known as Juanita 
In a tango bar in Stanley or in Puerto Margarita 
She's the sweetest and the sauciest 
The loveliest and the naughtiest 
She's Miss Buenos Aires in a world of lacy lingerie 
 [bad word] 

Japanese God-Jesus robots telling teenage fortunes 
For all we know and all we care they might as well be Martians 
They say gold paint on the palace [bad word] from the teeth of pensioners 
They're so tired of shooting protest singers 
That they hardly mention us 
While fountains fill with second-hand perfume 
And sodden trading stamps 
They'll hang the bullies and the louts that dampen down the day 
 [bad word] 

We braved the cold November air and the undertaker's curses 
Saying "Take me to the Folies Bergere and please don't spare the hearses" 
For he always had a dream of that revolver in your purse 
How you loved him 'til you hated him and made him cry for mercy 
He said "Don't ever mention my name there or talk of all the nights you cried 
We've always been like worlds apart now you're seeing two nightmares collide" 
 [bad word]