Her name was Tokyo
From smokey Koko
Her heart stopped as expected
But she was quite content to die
To pass-away peacefully
And be buried in the sky
She's in a flowerpot graveyard
Full of feathery ashes
Her bodies burnt
According to her wishes
Along with her dreams and riches
Feeling fine and high in an albino sky
No love No kisses
No fun
Just dishes
No love No kisses
No one
Just dishes
Should those who are left ever feel bereft?
They can visit day or night
Stars against the light
Cindered shrouds throughout the clouds
But she could change
So quick and so mean
From Bambi
To the Killer Queen
Now she's fine dead and high in an albino sky
No love No kisses
No fun
Just dishes
No love No kisses
No one
Just dishes
Maybe all she needed was a nice square meal
And a semi-soft drink to help her heal
It must be hard living your life
Always skating on paper thin ice...
No love No kisses
No fun
Just dishes
No love No kisses
No one
Just dishes
No love no kisses
No fun just dishes
No love no kisses
No one just dishes
