Ezoshika Dance
Collapse and disclosure; misery and charade

I’m the party’s wet blanket dancing to killer punk
Asked “What are your goals?” blam I’m inches from bursting!
Somehow I recover, maybe it’s just luck that I do,
Then go hover entrenched in a 6-tatami room, begging, “pleeease come here.”

Miss Out-Of-Town’s a touch crazy
I can stop me baby, baby
Miss Out-Of-Town’s a touch crazy
Super sound beauty, beauty

Ezoshika Dance
Collapse and disclosure; misery and charade

Teacher, you say death is the end, but of what exactly?
The agony of limitless freedom drives me inches from bursting!
My very existence is garbage!
All I have is these shitty lyrics!
Every secret I divulge just piles up more mistakes.

Miss Out-Of-Town’s a touch crazy
I can stop me baby, baby
Miss Out-Of-Town’s a touch crazy
Good destroy cutie honey
Screw this up too much and
in a blink I could lose all I know.
Everything looking, looking
Miss Out-Of-Town’s a touch crazy
I can stop me baby, baby