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