| Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen,
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| Carving out trees and scoring skin
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| Animals too placed in plastic cages,
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| Carted around these filthy pages
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| I will draw Japan, I will draw Japan, hey
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| Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin,
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| Empty vessels asserting, we are still King,
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| We are still King
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| Black stuff running like nosebleed danger
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| Swarming towards the source of the noise
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| I will draw Japan, with fervent hands, hey
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| Black cells depict a foreign land, I draw Japan
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| Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound
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| No beast awalks in this compound
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| No beast awalks in this compound
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| I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen,
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| Hungry for oil and iron and tin
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| To your left a concrete factory,
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| Smoke billows, fists punch, Victory!
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| And my hands start shaking, and Japan starts shaking, Hey!
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| And I begin to draw out Japan in the shape of a man
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| Seen rushing through a market town, through the compound
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| No beast awalks in this compound
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| No beast awalks in this compound
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| No beast awalks in this compound
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| No beast awalks in this compound |