City of Tokyo-3 

[Sung by Shinji to tune of "City of New Orleans," by Arlo Guthrie] 

Rising in the morning, I'm up first,
even though I barely sleep at all.
Nightmares force me to keep my eyes open,
and I've never been able to sleep past dawn. 

I've gotta cook, or I'll get slapped,
by Asuka, who calmly napped,
while I tossed and turned all through the night.
A word of praise I'd like to hear,
when Misato drinks her beer,
but she's rarely up before we've gotta take flight. 

Good morning, Tokyo-3, how are you?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son...
I'm the one they call the third Eva pilot,
I'll have saved you many times before my work is done. 

Then we're running, on our way to the classroom.
Hopefully, we'll make it there on time.
Everybody's talking to their friends,
but I've been forced to maim or kill all mine. 

From the way you look, it's plain to see,
that you don't like a guy like me,
but I'll just keep fighting anyway.
Fortune, fame, or dad's respect
who knows what I should expect,
I just hope I see another day. 

Good morning, Tokyo-3, how are you?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son...
I'm the one they call the third Eva pilot,
I'll have saved you many times before my work is done. 

After school, we spend hours in the test cage,
lower the entry plug down one point more...
They tell me I have good synchronization,
but Asuka's the only one keeping score. 

When at last I drift to sleep,
I'd pray the Lord my soul to keep,
but he's the one who's tryin' to have me killed.
I'd like dad to watch over me,
but he doesn't care, it's plain to see,
my death is probably something he has willed. 

Good night, Tokyo-3, how are you?
I said don't you know me, I'm your native son...
I save you by climbing into my Eva,
I'll have lived through eighteen hells when my life is done. 

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