Ghosts of Japan

They are the day walkers, night walkers, anytime at all.
See them in their 3 piece suits waiting to heed their call.
Scattered footsteps running marathons across the sullen land.
They are the dead, that still have a pulse,the ghosts of old Japan.
 
They are the zombies that aimlessly walk all around town.
See them in their platform shoes more makeup than a clown.
With their cell-phones, Hello Kitty and pre-paid tan.
They are the dead, that still have a pulse, the ghosts of old Japan.
 
They are the decaying who can only make a lot of noise.
See them riding scooters with the other little boys.
Nylon jumpsuits and plastic hair. No respect do they command.
They are the dead, that still have a pulse, the ghosts of old Japan.
 
They are the abortions, the miscarriages, of the rising sun.
See the young selling their body for bills and fashion.
Paying the price of luxury the only way they can.
They are the dead, that still have a pulse, the ghosts of old Japan

<from rob>