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クリープ・フーリガン

ひぐらしの鳴く頃に 市松埋める 偽りもある フォローミー言えた
14の夜 確かあれはペイジャーがかけた 俺の人生規模の迷惑
夜行列車乗ってアマもインディー 飛ばしては 御陰さまよ人気
草を食べるあの子の瞳 映る僕は今夜 痛みがおかずさ
王者の社長も企む 純粋無垢に教えつけた格差
皆集まれば夢はゴミ箱へ 希望なんてほしがりません勝つまで
価値観が何十周 その いいね 一つにも勘ぐる
俺が俺に忘れた時が 泡の夢と弾け 死ぬときだ

愛想ともに引き篭もりで 運命の不義理にまた火灯して
このどう仕様もなさの背中押して 気が付けば今を締め付ける どうして
アイツもアイツも きっとどうせ 未来の食い違いに火灯して
首を締める明日へ背中押して また誰か 嘘をついたから

愛想ともに引き篭もりで 運命の不義理にまた火灯して
このどう仕様もなさの背中押して 気が付けば今を締め付ける どうして
アイツもアイツも きっとどうせ 未来の食い違いに火灯して
首を締める明日へ背中押して また誰か 嘘をついたから

未だ遠く見つめるわけなく ひた向きに下向いて Walk This Way
近づいて 隣じゃなくて奥3つ目 花が湧いた君にきつめ ジョーク失礼
無駄な努力が招いたこんな結末に 意外と皆 SよりMが好き
あの3分半がなけりゃ 今頃 全部なかった話だ

体揺らすと臆病が落ちる 形がなくなることも怖くない
頭抱えると痛みが踊る 気休め程度の贈る言葉

天才は亡くなり カゴの鳥 2年ペイしたツケは後の方に
意味不明な方向転換 潰れた才能の上 胡座かく 謎がとけた
スーパースターには興味ないっす モニター越し 惰性の狂喜乱舞
アルコールを知らないフーリガン 待ってどう見てもそれちょっと無理があるよ
安定はつまらない 幸せな日常はくだらない
危機とは素敵 今じゃこんな目に ああもう現実に耳ヲ貸スベキさ
掃き溜めネット上 聴こえてるか全国の負け組諸君
これは自分じゃなくて世界のせいだって俺が代弁してやるよ

愛想ともに引き篭もりで 運命の不義理にまた火灯して
このどう仕様もなさの背中押して 気が付けば今を締め付ける どうして
アイツもアイツも きっとどうせ 未来の食い違いに火灯して
首を締める明日へ背中押して また誰か 嘘をついたから

愛想ともに引き篭もりで 運命の不義理にまた火灯して
このどう仕様もなさの背中押して 気が付けば今を締め付ける どうして
アイツもアイツも きっとどうせ 未来の食い違いに火灯して
首を締める明日へ背中押して また誰か 嘘をついたから

Creep Hooligan

When the cicadas cry, I bury a checkerboard. There are some falsehoods too. I could say, “Follow me.”
On that night at 14, it was definitely a pager that called. It was a huge nuisance in my life.
Riding the night train, I was both an amateur and an indie. I skipped classes. Thanks to you, I’m popular.
The eyes of the girl who eats grass reflect me tonight. My pain is like a side dish.
Even the president of a company plots. I was taught the difference between rich and poor in a pure and innocent way.
When everyone gets together, dreams go in the trash. I don’t need hope until I win.
My sense of values has gone around dozens of times. I’m suspicious of even a single one of those likes.
When I forget myself, that’s when the dream of bubbles bursts. That’s when I die.

Socially awkward, I shut myself in, and again, I set fire to the unfairness of fate.
Pushing this good-for-nothing’s back, I noticed that the present was tightening around me. Why?
He and he too, surely in the future, will set fire to the differences we have.
Pushing our backs toward tomorrow, which will strangle us. Because someone else lied again.

Socially awkward, I shut myself in, and again, I set fire to the unfairness of fate.
Pushing this good-for-nothing’s back, I noticed that the present was tightening around me. Why?
He and he too, surely in the future, will set fire to the differences we have.
Pushing our backs toward tomorrow, which will strangle us. Because someone else lied again.

Without looking far ahead, I just keep my head down and “Walk This Way.”
Get closer. Not next to me, but three seats down. A sharp joke for you, the girl surrounded by flowers. I’m sorry.
Such a conclusion is invited by wasted effort. Surprisingly, everyone likes M better than S.
If it weren’t for those three and a half minutes, this would all be a story of the past by now.

When I shake my body, my cowardice falls off. I’m not afraid to lose my shape.
When I hold my head, the pain dances. These are just empty words of comfort.

The genius is dead. A bird in a cage. I’ll pay for the stunt I pulled two years later.
Unexplained change of direction. Sitting cross-legged on the crushed talent. The mystery is solved.
I’m not interested in superstars. On the other side of the monitor, a frenzy of inertia.
A hooligan who doesn’t know alcohol. Wait, that’s just impossible.
Stability is boring. A happy everyday life is worthless.
A crisis is wonderful. Now, I’m in such a state. Oh, I should really listen to reality.
On the cesspool of the internet, can you hear me, all you losers nationwide?
I’ll be your spokesman and say that it’s not your fault, it’s the world’s.

Socially awkward, I shut myself in, and again, I set fire to the unfairness of fate.
Pushing this good-for-nothing's back, I noticed that the present was tightening around me. Why?
He and he too, surely in the future, will set fire to the differences we have.
Pushing our backs toward tomorrow, which will strangle us. Because someone else lied again.

Socially awkward, I shut myself in, and again, I set fire to the unfairness of fate.
Pushing this good-for-nothing's back, I noticed that the present was tightening around me. Why?
He and he too, surely in the future, will set fire to the differences we have.
Pushing our backs toward tomorrow, which will strangle us. Because someone else lied again.