Doesn't the Ode of Showa Restoration song sound familiar?
Angry waves swell from the depths of the Miluo
Mount Wu's peak is hazy with swirling clouds
Alone I stand in this murky and turbid world
My blood simmers in righteous anger
The monied elite, beholden to nought but wealth and status
Thinking nothing of this land and its fate
High and mighty are the zaibatsus and their ilk
In their hearts are nowhere our soil and grain.
Alas, these signs of the nation's collapse
The masses dancing blindly in the stupor of this world
In this nightmare, a political din
The world is reduced to a round of Go.
Doesn't the Ode of Showa Restoration song sound familiar?
Auslander Raus, Samurai!