There was a man who made films in Japan
Until his number was up and he got canned by the man
Cast out like a Tokyo drifter
Quelled his pain with sake and his sorrow with bifta
Love and napalm were the raves of the day
As the Right picket the Budokan
Nikkatsu blamed it as they fell by the way
On the madness of Suzuki Seijun
For a decade he wandered corporate halls
Branded to Kill precipitated his fall
There is much to fear from the visionary mind
He won his case but he had to leave those visions behind
Love and napalm were the raves of the day
As the Right picket the Budokan
Nikkatsu blamed it as they fell by the way
On the madness of Suzuki Seijun
The beast of youth had roared
And scored one for the kids for the first time
So, Jo Shishido rang and told him he was really out of line
There was a man who made films in Japan
Until his number was up and he got canned by the man
Cast out like a Tokyo drifter
Quelled his pain with sake and his sorrow with bifta
Love and napalm were the raves of the day
As the Right picket the Budokan
Nikkatsu blamed it as they fell by the way
On the madness of Suzuki Seijun
For a decade he wandered corporate halls
Branded to Kill precipitated his fall
There is much to fear from the visionary mind
He won his case but he had to leave those visions behind
Love and napalm were the raves of the day
As the Right picket the Budokan
Nikkatsu blamed it as they fell by the way
On the madness of Suzuki Seijun