Shower Song Lyrics English Translation by Dabin
Pedal to the metal
Driving off the freeway, freeway
Smoke in my system
Won’t you erase my pain away?
Mondays, I feel so bruised and
Tuesdays, I feel like cruisin’
Wednesdays, I feel like choosing
Roulette, Russian roulette, oh
Ready or not
Radio pop
Or maybe hip-hop
Not sticking to a genre
This time it’s my own
Making paper
But that damn past of mine
Keeps haunting me
Damn
Hey, what’s up with that frown?
Why are you sitting there, hesitating?
Can you please get up?
C’mon, man, we gotta go
Thursdays, I feel like crying
Fridays, I feel like dying
Saturdays, I get pissed drunk off alone
But when Sunday shines through
I end up back to you
When Sunday shines through
Brushing off the sins of the week
Shower Song
The warm water falling gently
Passes through the roots of my scalp
And embraces my body
Maybe it needed some repairs
My engine has worn out so much
“I wonder if I can touch
Some benjamins someday too?”
In that fleeting moment, my subconscious directs my hand
“Apply shampoo to your hair”
Playfully lather and massage it in
Two minutes turn into twenty
Time flies, that’s life
The rusty mirror in front of me
Is suddenly covered in a hazy mist
A quick wipe – and just like that
The ugly face with a sad expression
That used to be there disappears
I want it to be clear, add water
Even if it’s full of scars, it’ll eventually fade
For those who believed in the insignificant you
Even if it’s like this backing track
You have to turn your life upside down
Let’s go, until the end
This shower room is a chrysalis
Your body is becoming a butterfly
Before you smile
Brush your teeth white
Before you announce your handsome giggle
I’ll gargle
Twice and
Spit out my past cleanly
Ready to endure your meticulous nature
When it’s over, throw the towel
Not a white one, of course
The blood of a Korean who knows no surrender
Is flowing down below your chin right now
My life has been a colorful mess
If those shallow criticisms, like razors,
Were about to stop me, then I’ll give you
A Golden shower before I rinse my hair
With a loud whoosh under cold water
I’ll press the button to end the shower
Instead of toner, I’ll apply ‘bu’ sexily
Collecting instead of perfume
This feeling? It’s exhilarating