Call Back Later

Ring ring, yeah, yeah

You can find me at the noodle house in neo-Tokyo
While slurping ramen unaware they're hunting me, I'm on my own
And coping with the fact I've got a four year life span
As Vangelis' synthesizers set the mood, I'm feeling typecast

An android on the run where every minute is precious
A constant ringing in my ear, the opposite of a death wish
Pass crowds of neon umbrellas to run through dim-lit streets
I turn the corner to find myself playing parts in different scenеs

Standing somewhere in Tеxas near a drug deal gone wrong
With a suitcase full of cash and all the dealers long gone
I take the money home, but unbeknownst to me, a bounty on my head
Ignore the phone that's ringing, 'fraid of being tracked down by the feds

And that coin flipping villain with a captive bolt pistol
Stash the cash inside a motel vent and nap alone 'til the
Phone awakens me taking me to another scenario
A green tint on everything, windows look just like emeralds

A rotary phone in the room, but I refuse to pick it up
There's agents knocking down the door, I'd rather lose in fisticuffs
They break right through, the bullets fly in slo-mo at me now
I brace for impact but the whole program goes crashing down

Ring ring, ring ring
Yeah, you can call back later
I'm a little busy at the moment, do us all a favor
Ring ring, ring ring
Yeah, you can call back later
I'm a little busy at the moment, do us all a favor

You can call me anytime, just not right now
You can call me anytime, just not right now

I shook the sand from my head
A different environment, but still I'm stranded again
Rumbles in the distance, a convoy on the horizon
Of nonsensical vehicles with weapons promising violence

Now I'm hopping inside this modified Pursuit Special
Kick up orange dust and heat up this black-turned blue metal
Rip across this wasteland, in our cars with crude frames
As crazed men shoot large harpoons and play guitars that spew flames

I take a detour, aiming for that nuclear sandstorm
I'm more than willing to lose them, can barely steer, hands torn
From off the wheel, damn, the winds are harsh, the day is lovely
Car lifts up from off the ground, I get thrown away from something

I don't wanna face, wake up in a Subaru WRX
I'm hard pressed to not stress about the subterfuge
Parked outside a bank, I'm the perfect getaway driver
Turn the ear buds up until that ringing melts away, finally

I can breathe, plan to leave and drive into that sunset
Turn over a new leaf, rewind and start it up fresh
To some opening credits, a bright and flashy title card
But first I have to answer this shit even though I don't want to

Fuck

Hello?
Yeah, yeah, sorry I didn't pick up, I was busy
Yeah, I was just watching a movie
Nah, it's no problem
Yeah, so what'cha wanna talk about?