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 Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin, empty vessels asserting We are still King, we are still King Black stuff running like nosebleed danger Swarming towards the scource of the noise I will draw Japan, with fervent hands 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 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
