Song Lyrics

Unhappy Refrain (wowaka)

A shotgun and a telecaster,

The words all aligned in rows, unhappy.

All alone on the streets of the city.

Is it true you're scared by the sounds of gunfire?

Sing out louder till my voice just gives out.

How much time is it now that I've wasted?

Finally you came into my welcoming hands.

So I can't very well just let you go free now, can I?

"ONE MAN LIVE, WAS A SHATTERING SUCCESS."

In my head it's all a romantic story.

We're all out of ammunition.

So can we retrace our steps back from here?

Time and time and time again we've picked out.

Perfect, perfect, all to our convenience.

To indecent living we've all said 'bye bye'.

And soon we'll catch our ride out of here, ain't that so?

Dizzy now, gone around, and around, mistakes I made.

Won't you please, teach me how, how to turn it all back now?

I don't lack for a thing anymore, no more.

That so? That so, that so, that so, that so!

You say it, then is it, oh is it lucky?

After 39 seconds turning and skipping on repeat.

I saw it, I saw it! And is it happy?

I can't tell you that I really understand this.

Countless, the sounds are piling up now.

And neither an end nor a beginning are showing up still.

So in short, and all told, there's no point at all.

It seems that you are just as clueless as me right?

Looking past the screen, she's falling down again.

And upside-down girl, an adulterated world.

Shotgun and a telecaster.

There's not a single word left, unlucky.

Beat and bruised, it's game over.

Hell, what an eyesore, don't you agree?

Falling hard it hurts to get back up, so I gave up on 'one more time'.

Rolling on was error on my part, and each time had you rolling in laughter.

"ONE MAN LIVE, A SHATTERING SUCCESS".

All this sentimentality post-party.

Breaking up, it seems unanimous.

So now can we turn ourselves about face?

Sing out louder till my voice just gives out.

How much time is it now that I've wasted.

Finally you came into my welcoming hands.

Now tell me my friend, just how you're holding up?

Dreams, no not dreams, nightmares now recurring.

It's the fate of those few who forgot just how to mess up.

Begging please make me what what I want.

No more! That so, that so, that so?

Why is it, I'm asking, why is it happy?

Wandering lost and empty eyed at 4:00 in the morning.

Wherever I end up, well is that happy?

But hell this is a trial, so goddamn fatiguing.

Why is it, I'm asking, why is it happy?

A road goes on forever, right under my feet here.

But even that road is crumbling apart.

At any rate you're standing right up in the way.

You say it, so is it, oh is it happy?

After 39 seconds turning and skipping on repeat.

I saw it, I saw it! And is it lucky?

Funny, cause I don't seem to be seeing any reward.

Countless, the sounds are piling up now.

And neither an end nor a beginning are showing up still.

So in short, and all told, there's no point at all.

Right then, guess I'll be jumping off right away.

Looking past the screen, she's falling down again.

An upside-down girl, an adulterated world.

And is that...?

~Kris534