Banzai

In the market of robots, steel, and concrete.
The thinking machine spits out confusion.
Programmed brains make love.
But someone on the street will always say no, no, no.
They will transform into a kamikaze,
Into a kamikaze.

They will rebel like a kamikaze,
Like a kamikaze.
Banzai!, Banzai!
With their own strength they will do it.

Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!
Change the darkness
For imagination, hey!

Patrol car advances at high speed.
On the end-of-century highway to the big city.
Black leather boys seek fun.
Night raids hit your illusion.

They will turn them into new kamikazes,
New kamikazes.
And they will fight like kamikazes,
Like kamikazes.

Banzai!, Banzai!
Against marginalization.
Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!
Against violence
And marginalization, hey!

In the market of robots, steel, and concrete.
The commanding machine spits out this song.
Programmed brains will say there is no honor.
But someone on the street will see that it is love, love, love, love.

With imagination, yours is the future,
Yours is the future.
With your youth, yours is the future,
Yours is the future.

Banzai!, Banzai!
Kamikaze
Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!
Kamikaze
Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!
Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!
Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!, Banzai!