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