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
Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin,
Empty vessels a**erting, 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 awalks in this compound
No beast awalks 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 awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound