checkered plaid on skinny knees
golden glasses silver hair
he’s speaking softly in his elegant style
this old man at the end of his life
it took me ten whole years to track him down
his undercover just wouldn’t crack
it was worthwhile the time the hatred heated up
the japanese killer
shoeshine shines his old black shoes
never on the run
a bomber never sees the pain
a coward in his elegant suit
i held his life in my hands
he killed my wife and my friends
his eyes are begging for mercy
his glasses smashed in smithereens
this fear I’ve never seen
it gave me joy and confusion
it’s christmas eve
candles brightly shine
this warm event turns out in blood and tears
the japanese killer