Butcher the paper, 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   I will      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      Black 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 compound      I 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 shaking      And I begin to draw out Japan   In the shape of a man   Seen rushing through a market town   Through the compound      No beast walks in this compound   No beast walks in this compound   No beast walks in this compound   No beast walks in this compound