(I was like, 'Heresy or Hershey?' -3o)

ROMAJI

koko dake no hanashi 

tonari no kurasu no sensei to  onnaji kurasu no Ee-san ga 

maa  ikenai koto  inmoraru da koto 

uwasa no tamago ga warechatte

chika  okufukaku  kusari ni tsunaida  okashina himitsu ga 

Shibuya no ekimae de  maruhadaka no danshingu

"nakama ni irete ne" "hanashi ni mazete ne" 

senzo daidai no dengon geemu 

nagare nagasarete kenzen ni 

yaa  raripappara pappappara!

minna  daeki-mamire no 

goshippu nyuusu  nichanicha hoo hatte'n da 

oetsu ga dandan KUSE ni nari 

kusare gedou ni  hodasaretari

aru koto nai koto bakka no amai amai choko o nameru  aa 

shingi wa dou are  tenkabutsu darake  umai esa o ageru 

kireigoto wa usokusakute  gesewa na mitsu ga shinjitsu de sa 

anata mo kai?  sorya watashi mo sou da yo 

anchoku da ne

naisho no o-hanashi 

ima o tokimeku ano sutaa mo  rippa na ano daisensei mo 

toboketa furi no watashitachi mo 

ya  dandandidan  dandandidan!

nounai wa nietatte 

shiri shiyoku ya  shitto ga uzumaite'n da 

kaado kiru basho o sagashitari 

bakudan kakae hohoendari

gingami no nakami abakeba  wakariyasuku hito wa mureru  aa 

sono ura kossori  dareka ga kuroi ame o furasu no deshou 

amata no niizu ni kotaete  rigai no icchi o uru dake sa 

anata mo kai?  sorya watashi mo sou da yo

tatoeba ano XXXX no XXXXX ga 

jitsu wa XXXX tte iu koto 

sore wa mou XXXX de XXX ga XXXXX!!

mushikuiato no zangai ni  anata naraba nani o umeru? 

yamashisa ni haeta shippo o tokubetsu tsukamasete ageru 

miechau SORE wa minai kedo  mienai ARE wa mitai no desu 

nazonazo desu  sono kotae wa nan deshou? 

"wakannai!"

aru koto nai koto bakka no amai amai choko o nameru  aa 

shingi wa dou are  tenkabutsu darake  umai esa o ageru 

gingami no nakami abakeba  wakariyasuku hito wa mureru  aa 

sono ura kossori  dareka ga kuroi ame o furasu no deshou 

kirei-goto wa usokusakute  gesewa na mitsu ga shinjitsu de sa 

anata mo kai?  sorya watashi mo sou da yo 

nanka iya da ne

ENGLISH

What I'm about to say here will stay here, 

but the teacher and student A from the class next door are, 

you see, doing something they shouldn't, something immoral. 

Well, I guess now the gossip has finally freed itself from its egg.

It's supposed to be a ridiculous secret chained down deep underground, 

but now it's dancing stark-naked in front of the Shibuya station.

"Let me join the group!" "Let me join the talk!" 

As the telephone game is played generation after generation, 

the message is passed here, there, and everywhere, 

and now it goes something like this: "Yaa. Lalipappala, pappappala."

Everyone is hogging gluttonously in the most unsightly manner 

the gossips and news already smeared with others' saliva. 

They slowly become ADDICTED to sobbing, 

and then become bound by some rotten gossips.

I'll lick some sweet sweet chocolate, some real, some fake. Ah... 

Who cares if it's real or not? It's delicious and filled with additives. 

Flimsy sweet talks are too fake; juicy rumors are more real to me. 

You think so, too? Of course I also think so. 

How simple-minded, huh?

What I'm about to say is a secret, 

but that extremely popular idol, and that handsome scholar, 

as well as all of us who are pretending to be crazed over them, 

are all going "Yaa. Dandandidan, dandandidan!"

Inside my head, 

my self-interest and envy are boiling and swirling. 

I'd do things like searching for a place to play my trump card, 

or smiling while holding a bomb in my bosom.

When an aluminum wrapper is unfolded, people will surely crowd there as expected. 

Behind the scenes, someone will secretly be pouring black rain. 

I'll just answer to the majority's needs, and sell to them what they all want. 

You do that, too? Of course I also do that.

For example, if that XXXX's XXXXX turns out 

to be XXXX actually, then 

that's already XXXX, and XXX is XXXXX!!

What will you fill into the grooves eaten out by the worms? 

I'll make an exception and let you take a grip of my tail grown out of guilt. 

I won't look at THAT since I can see it. I want to see THAT since I can't see it. 

Riddle me this now! What is "THAT"? 

"I have no idea!"

I'll lick some sweet sweet chocolate, some real, some fake. Ah... 

Who cares if it's real or not? It's delicious and filled with additives. 

When an aluminum wrapper is unfolded, people will surely crowd there as expected. 

Behind the scenes, someone will secretly be pouring black rain. 

Flimsy sweet talks are too fake; juicy rumors are more real to me. 

You think so, too? Of course I also think so. 

Oh, somehow I don't like this.