Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen, Carving out trees and scoring skin
Animals too placed in plastic cages, carted around these filthy pages
I will draw Japan
Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin, empty vessels asserting,
We are still King, we are still King
Black [bad word] like nosebleed danger
Swarming towards the scource of the noise
I will draw Japan, with fervent hands
Black cells depict a foreign land ,I draw Japan
Sleeping city emits no sound, in [bad word] No beast awalks, in [bad word] No beast awalks, in [bad word] I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen, hungry for oil and iron and tin
To your left a concrete factory, smoke billows, fists punch, Victory!
And my hands start shaking, and Japan starts shaking
And I begin to draw out Japan, in the shape of a man [bad word] through a market town, through [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word]