The Lyrics Translations of Shane D. Anderson

Walk on walk on office workers, all you stay at home wives making your bikes your tanks
All you dreamers fighting on alone, and female office workers partnered with high heels

I just wanna be a little tipsy but my hand keeps reaching out for more alcohol
I wanna look natural but the makeup keeps layering on

The things I want, I wanna feel satisfied, I wanna feel good, if I give in one step I get depressed
Folklores taught me that greed is later punished

“Don't Judge me! Don't Judge me!”
Wait a minute! Aren't you getting a bit full of yourself?
“Don't Judge me! Don't Judge me!” You going so far as to cover your ears? You're so full of yourself!
“Don't Judge me!” Don't!!

I wanna be particular about things but I gradually become obstinate
I wanna be a bit clumsy looking but it soon becomes a woman's calculated skill

It's absurd, this unending hospitality, being so modest, my bravery is so easily broken
Folklores taught me that empathy shines bright in a tough world

“Don't Judge me! Don't Judge me!”
Wait a minute! Aren't you getting a bit full of yourself?
“Don't Judge me! Don't Judge me!” This is the end for you lame adults
“Don't Judge me!” Don't!!

Hey you, children are watching you, before you fall madly in love with yourself
Hey you, children are watching you, you still haven't gotten over the demons inside
Hey you, children are watching you, the cracks left by your infatuations are pitch black
Hey you, children are watching you
The spotlight feels great but isn't sunlight filtering through the trees the best

Office workers carrying on today, smiling wives on their tanks
Dreamers treasuring their experiences, and beautiful female office workers