On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of metallic, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a skyshine light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
I had to stop from fright
There I stood in the highway;
I heard the Nuclear warning bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This ain't no longer Heaven it’s going to be Hell'
Then the plume lit up like a Nuclear candle showing me the bright of day
There were voices down the enenews corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel Fukushima
Such a dangerous place
Such a ugly waste.
Plenty of Radioactivity at the Hotel Fukushima
Any time of year, you can find it here.
They're mind is greedy-twisted, they all got Mercedes bends
They all got a lot of pretty, pretty toys, as they're safety pretends.
How they fear in the control room, in paranoid sweat.
Some failed to remember, some do drugs to forget.
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my dosimeter time'
He said,
'We haven't had that high count here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those enenews posters from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel Fukushima
Such a poisoned place
Such an ugly waste
They're all dying up at the Hotel Fukushima
What a contamination surprise, bring your TepCo alibis
Smoke and mirrors used for Nuclear dealing,
The champagne fizzing becquerels behind a wall of ice
And they said
'We are all just prisoners here, of Yakuza's device'
And in the reactors chambers,
They gathered to stop the radiation released
They stab at it with their homeless worker's lives,
But they just can't kill the Nuclear beast.
Last thing I remember, they was
Running for the door
Trying to find the passage back
To the place it was before.
'Relax,' said Abe the Japanese man
,
We are programmed to bow and leave.
You can checkout any time you like,
but radiation in you can never leave!
You want number one sucky?
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