I am cultured, I am modern
I'm Steve Bannon's enemy
His nose is red, his eyes are black
His skin's a sickly, sea-foam green
I drive a stupid Hybrid that is eating me alive
So I'm on a plane to Tokyo, I'm taking your advice
I'm living like a monk
But secretly just drunk
And screaming like a punk for now
I try out for indie rock bands in Shinjuku, out of key
Tell them"I'm the saddest singer east of the Mississippi"
They thought I was from Brooklyn so they booked a bunch of shows
Up in Shimokitizawa where the cool kids tend to go
So I played some Panda Bear
And I sang some Bon Iver
And then I start to cry up there
I am east of Eden, you are on my mind
I am east of people foaming all the time
The impermanence was perfect in my mind
Now it's gone
I just want the western world to believe again
Well, I swear it was a fluke
I really can handle my shit
But Kazu said to take the weekend and go rest my soul a bit
Slip and slide in Tsukiji Market
Lift my head and make a fist
'cause I was thinking of Steve Bannon and I almost slit my wrists
With a bamboo chopstick
The blood of forty-thousand fish at my feet
So I go down to Kamakura to emerge myself a king
Kneeling down in ancient temples but I do not feel anything
So I decide to fly on home and kiss that soil when I land
But I get locked inside the airport on some Asian travel ban
Or a Buddhist travel ban
Or some racist travel ban
And I'm locked inside Kamakura, Japan
I am east of Eden, you are on my mind
I am east of people foaming all the time
The impermanence was perfect in my mind
Now it's gone
I just want the western world to believe again
I just want the western world to believe again
I just want the western world to believe again