Crash-Pad Driver

Here we drive through the smog and the rain
Osakan girl selling shrimps and fame
I love to breathe all these toxic fumes
See me dancing all alone in my room
in my brand new costume

Call it hell
I call it scenery
Call it hell
I try its beauty
Call it hell
I wash my laundry
At night

Here we drive through the streets of shame
Osakan girl selling her face and her pain
I love to breathe your neurotic fumes
Everybody lies, it’s alright,
take a nap in my room

Call it hell
I call it scenery
Call it hell
I try its beauty
Call it hell
I destroy the shell

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