Pizza Slice Ghost Hunter

Lyrics

[Intro]
You were just an empty space in a pie.
A missing wedge on a paper plate.
Just a shape, a simple question of why.

[Verse 1]
Toru Iwatani, twenty-five years old.
Looking for a game that wasn't about the kill.
A story waiting to be told.
Not destroy, just… fill.
He looked down at his lunch and there you were.
A yellow circle with an open mouth.
A simple truth, a sudden blur.
Pointing north, pointing south.

[Chorus]
Wakka-wakka, you're the sound of the chase.
Wakka-wakka, filling up the space.
Just a hunger in a four-cornered maze.
Eating dots and running from the ghosts.
From a pizza slice to a million coasts.
A little yellow hero making the most of his days.

[Verse 2]
May 22, 1980.
The Tokyo arcade is thick with smoke.
That sound cuts through the pinball noise, you see.
A different kind of joke.
No lasers, no explosions, no attack.
Just the clean line, the power pellet's grace.
There was no turning back.
You put a smile on every face.

[Chorus]
Wakka-wakka, you're the sound of the chase.
Wakka-wakka, filling up the space.
Just a hunger in a four-cornered maze.
Eating dots and running from the ghosts.
From a pizza slice to a million coasts.
A little yellow hero making the most of his days.

[Bridge]
They changed your name from Puck Man, flew you west.
October 1980, Chicago calls.
Midway puts you to the test.
Sticky floors in drinking halls.
The quarters jam the slots, the yellow paint peels.
Spilled beer and neon light.
This is how a fever feels.
Burning through the American night.

[Outro]
Who knew an empty space could be so full?
Who knew a mouth could sing such a simple song?
You're still running.
Still hungry.
All along.