Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen
Carving out trees and scoring skin
Animals too placed in plastic cages
Carted around these filthy pagesI will draw Japan
I will draw Japan
I willSpecters holding scepters with fingers thin
Empty vessels asserting we are still king, we are still king
Black stuff running like nosebleed danger
Swarming towards the source of the noiseI will draw Japan with fervent handsBlack cells depict a foreign land, draw draw Japan
Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound
No beast walks in this compound
No beast walks in this compoundI will draw Japan with a ravenous pen
Hungry for oil and iron tin, to you're left a concrete factory
Smoke billows, fists punch, victory
And my hands start shaking and Japan starts shakingAnd I begin to draw out Japan
In the shape of a man
Seen rushing through a market town
Through the compoundNo beast walks in this compound
No beast walks in this compound
No beast walks in this compound
No beast walks in this compound