You’ve been, been hiding in books behind doors and
In sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes
I got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me
You’re looking straight through me
Excuse me, excuse me, but why? Why?
What’s this all for?

In stitches I fidget with digital glitches
A million mental pictures running through my little brain
Then I wrestle with the muscles in my face
To place the smile that once came easily to me you see
I’m not what I appear to be It’s not me, this is not me

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato

Stand on ceremony waiting for the doctor’s orders
Gotta go and see him ‘cause the fat is clogging your aorta
Bankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting
And the commuters are shouting silently under their breath

Television talking at you fucking idiotic
While the magazines are tempting you with images erotic
But the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable
Your piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies
Lies, fucking lies

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato
Do you know? Do you know?
Do you know how to get home? How to get home?
You’re sliding, you’re sliding, you’re sliding down
No! Take…take…take me home!

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, thanks!
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
I’m taking my toys and going home!



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Digital Glitch song meanings
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