Enter the café at the end of 5th St. from the side road
So you aren’t discovered
There’s a staircase descending underground. Tell the man there
“The goldfish swimming in Cocytus”
You’ll hear the gorgeous sound of swing jazz
And “Welcome!”
This is an illegal operation, a bar under the nose of Prohibition
Comrades, since none of us will be pardoned, shall we lick each other’s wounds?
Company presidents, slaves, furries, and robots are seated here
Let’s toast with some awful-tasting whiskey to this freedom without discrimination
The subject that comes up today is
“That guy we were sick of died.”
Let’s get the banquet rolling
Grilling slabs of meat, drinking with each other, dancing until dawn...
It’s like this every day, but...
Why am I laughing with these guys whose names I don’t even know?
When it comes to the guys I want to have a mutual understanding with, we can’t understand each other
On my lonesome and feeling lonely
I come here again
“I don’t know shit about your circumstances
But it’s okay if you wanna talk.”
“All those bastards who are alive are gonna die
Swing the dogma down."
“We’re in no mood to conspire with each other
See through lies with more lies.”
“If you amuse me, I'll follow you without you asking.”
This is a wonderland that even permits illegal operations
Who the hell decided something like that's prohibited?
Scholars, maids, ghosts, and nuns are seated here
Let’s toast with some awful-tasting whiskey to this freedom without order
It’s a Shambhala that’s thrown away all legal operations
Comrades, since none of us will be pardoned, shall we chant curses?
Police detectives, prime ministers, angels, and vocal synths are seated here
Let’s toast with a sea of red blood to this world without salvation