DESCRIPTION:
Epik High (에픽하이)
Shopaholic
7th Album '[e]' (2009)

Translations by daechungpower

Translated Lyrics:

Shopping, Shopping, Shopaholic.
As if diseased, her dream's too high.
Gossip girl - a New Yorker with nothing stamped on her passport.
The car is her parents', her boyfriend is a stock broker.
Glances, jealousy and envy.
Evis during high school, now it's Jimmy Choo.
She secretly swipes her husband's credit card, in Dolce and Gabbana, then puts it back in his wallet.
Everything you hold is trendy.
That false greed is your lungs, the money is your oxygen.
No confidence, but ya droppin' dem dollars.
Your head's full of Louis Vuitton.
The luxury store is your Vatican.
The real values are lying in a coffin.
"I look the same," I'm livin' in this Hollywood.
There's no rich and the poor, just Christian Dior.

It's going down in this bittersweet symphony
Don't turn around baby you're going down
In this bittersweet symphony
You're going down down and around

The crashing economy is a plane.
Her husband is E.N.D,
No more Gucci and Fendi.
The bag he gave her became an expensive brand parachute.
There's panic overnight.
She's a snail - her house of reality too far away.
Though everyone else picks the same clothes,
She always insisted on brand-names.
Her life is now in a free-fall.
The only thing left his her high standards and an aged body.
Even her ATM machine - her husband - is now a casino slot, waiting for a Jackpot.
She's a broken supercar.
Leaving her husband, she rides other stolen cars.
And so she left, into the arms of another
hiding her past under a thin blanket.

It's going down in this bittersweet symphony
Don't turn around baby you're going down
In this bittersweet symphony
you're going down down and around

Shopin' shopaholic I'm a superstar
I love diamonds and supercars

If you get dragged about in this world,
you'll get twisted, like a half-filled scantron*
Turn the TV off - it sells delusions as products.
Listen to your weltering conscience.
Yes I know, you're a fashionist.
But you can't buy love or happiness.
The eternal itch for the card or the dollar.
No matter how many times you swipe, she needs more.
Her rashes of greed.
Like a runaway horse, she can't stop running away.
A department store is her USA.
Only the newest clothing is her life vest.
Her [disease/bottle] is easily broken, too.
But once shattered, she'll be lost forever.
It can't be reversed, it must be held together.
Someone has to stop those footsteps.

It's going down in this bittersweet symphony
Don't turn around baby you're going down
In this bittersweet symphony
you're going down down and around

Down, I'm going going down ..