Crash-Pad Driver
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Frederic Soulard, Nicolas Villebrun, Laurent Bardainne, Vincent Taeger, Arnaud Roulin, Nicolas Langlois
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SONY ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING FRANCE
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