One man stands among the rotting corpses of dead cows and the stench of death. Fair thee well my love// You’ve left me and my old dog. My dog and a hundred atom bombs, give or take sixty eight. I’ve been to town, I’ve been to the capitol, and I’ve been to family, but they’ve all turned me away. I’m the mark of death-go back to the wasteland they’d say. Get me a couple of yen to buy me a coffin, I’ll be down by the river, polluted by poison, got to fish me some fish.
Dogs/ roam the streets and
God left long ago
A heavy rain is starting to fall,
and God left long ago.

A heavy rain is starting to fall, but you won’t make me leave, I’ve made a lie here with the vermin. The rats are filling the streets, to hop on the next freight train out. Found a finger in my rice-bowl// I can’t stay// but I can’t leave. Can’t find any peace// I don’t have any war, but keeping men in radiation suits away from my door. I have no love. I have no hate, cuz there’s nowhere to go. Don’t got any guns, for there’s no one to kill. I’m the only one here. I’ve found peace on the hill. Just waiting to die. I forgive the murderers-- their God’s left them too.
Dogs/ roam the streets and
God left long ago
A heavy rain is starting to fall,
and God left long ago.

I forgive the peaceniks, because they’ll die one day too. I’m a fisher of lost dreams. All I have is my home. Though God’s left there too. Just me and my dog and a hundred atom bombs. This place is forsaken, even the devil’s nowhere to be found. I rest my heart by the pillow every night// leave my soul close in sight. But you best keep on movin/ in a place where the devil’s afraid to be
Dogs/ roam the streets and
God left long ago
A heavy rain is starting to fall,
and God left long ago.

I get restless, my feet get drunk. I have no more dreams. Devil? God? Here there aren’t anymore teams. On the south side of town, there’s a rumor going round// from the voices of those dead asking for proper burial in our town.

I’m the man from Fukushima, 21,000 dead or missing in the meltdown. 21,000 dead. My countrymen don’t care about me. They send no food or supplies. Don’t want me to stay// Don’t mind if I die. I’m a fisher for hope// a reminder to the living of the rotten. Making a stand so those in the shelters would not be forgotten.

Forgotten in time- forgotten in place, where time don’t exist anymore. When it’s time to go, look into the eclipse. It’s neither black nor white-- Neither good nor evil// For this is a place where even the dead fear to tread. Where are you my love? I’m just a man, but I’ll be here when the people return. I love you too much to go/ I just wish I could have stayed. Please bury me close to my love. I love her so.

Dogs/ roam the streets and
God left long ago
A heavy rain is starting to fall,
and God left long ago.