They grow up outside of Nagoya
Where the houses are old
cnd the graves are carefully tended
cnd in the ancient fields
They grow power lines and neon signs
cnd the word Mitsubishi floats like freedom

cnd the smoke rises from the fires
Where they burn their desires
They say anything
Not to be a failure

Mitsubishi Boy
Mitsubishi boy

They grow up outside of Sapporo
Where the houses are new
cnd the graves are carefully tended
Wear the mask, pump the gas, stand in line, drink the wine
Hang up the washing in the rain to dry out on the line

cnd the smoke rises from the fires
Where they burn their desires
They say anything
Not to be a failure

Mitsubishi Boy
Mitsubishi boy

The Haiku of fast food
The rain and the smoke
The sky is crying
Nobody gets the joke
The train moves too fast to make out the face in the window
The train moves so fast it has one long window faceless

cnd the smoke rises from the fires
Where they burn their desires
They say anything
Not to be a failure

Mitsubishi Boy
Mitsubishi boy