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 it's 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 it's beauty

Call it hell

I destroy the shell