Draw Japan

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, I will draw Japan, hey

Specters 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 noise

I will draw Japan, with fervent hands, hey

Black cells depict a foreign land, I draw Japan

Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound

No beast a walks in this compound

No beast a walks in this compound

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, Hey

And I begin to draw out Japan in the shape of a man

Seen rushing through a market town, through the compound

No beast a walks in this compound

No beast a walks in this compound

No beast a walks in this compound

No beast a walks in this compound