That Crappy
On my way home from work,
at Abenobashi Station,
after missing the last train,
I was left at a loss
Only a little cash left,
so I couldn't even go to a net cafe;
'
with no other choice,
I walked my way home
First things first, I figured
I'd buy a can of coffee
Right as I stepped into
a nearby convenience store,
the sound I heard,
was an ever-present, popular song
That crappy J-pop
is stuck in my head, and it's driving me nuts
Against the absolute justice of "love,"
with my 100-loss streak, I've had enough
Such a phony happy ending,
does it make me nauseous? Does it ever,
but for a sulky night like this,
maybe it's just the thing...
A song whose name I don't know,
by a singer whose name I don't know,
their stale old melody
won't leave my head
It pains me to admit,
but before I know it I'm humming it,
walking along the riverside,
I hum to myself
As I travel around, to unknown towns,
I've ended up utterly lost
Which way is east?
Is that way west?
I looked up at the sky,
at such a pretty moon
That crappy J-pop
is stuck in my head, and it's driving me nuts
Against the absolute justice of "love,"
with my 100-loss streak, I've had enough
Such phony "I love you"s,
do they make me barf? They sure do,
but a full-moon night like this,
I guess that's one way to spend it...
After that night,
quite a few years passed
Suddenly, just as I forgot,
I remembered it still
Those trite words,
that repetitive melody,
in my now-adult heart,
they echo, oh, they echo...
Ugh, I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it,
hate it,
hate it, hate it,
but I really like it...
That crappy J-pop
is stuck in my head, and it's driving me nuts
Against the absolute justice of "love,"
with my 100-loss streak, I've had enough
Such a phony happy ending,
does it make me nauseous? Does it ever,
but for a sulky night like this,
maybe it's just the thing...
That crappy J-pop
is stuck in my head, and it's driving me nuts
Against the absolute justice of "love,"
as much time passes, eh, it's okay
Such phony "I love you"s,
do they make me barf? They sure do,
but a full-moon night like this,
I guess that's one way to spend it...
Ahh, on a sulky night like this,
it even makes me want to sing...
That Crappy