[Verse 1]
Right beside old Unit Three,
Sits a shell marked “Waste,” you see.
Tanks of resin, stacked with care,
Holding what the pumps caught there.

TEPCO filed two plans to show:
One says yes, the other no.
Each awaits a coming call
Neither clears the path at all.

[Chorus]
Less than a gram, that’s what they’ve got
From Unit Two, and that was a lot.
Fuel remains in buried rooms,
While they measure water plumes.

[Verse 2]
Early thirties, so they say
When the work might get underway.
Decommission down the line,
Mid-century’s hopeful sign.

Eight hundred eighty tons remain,
None retrieved from Three’s domain.
They debate what space to claim,
Still the building stays the same.

[Chorus]
Less than a gram, that’s what they’ve got
From Unit Two, a careful shot.
Not from Three, not from Four
Still they work around the door.

[Outro]
Less than a gram…
Still asking for more.