Oh I’ll misuse the well of lust
And I don’t know my bounds
So I will soak and later puke
Oh I don’t buy their words
That I had every soul
in Seoul, oh Lord
And in the morning I will ache so
In the morning, again, of Lord
Gangnam misery again
And In my room I play some songs
to her while she disrobes
But while I sing I start to brood
Oh how I always pull
This pseudo-glamourous shit
again, of Lord
And in the morning I will ache so
In the morning, again, oh Lord
Gangnam misery again, oh Lord
Gangnam misery again
Don’t wanna cry never again
For mASS or NB or the Answer
Oh I’ll misuse the well of lust
And I don’t know my bounds
So I will soak and later puke
Oh I don’t buy their words
That I had every soul
in Seoul, oh Lord
And in the morning I will ache so
Gangnam misery again, oh Lord
And in the morning I will ache so
Gangnam misery again, oh Lord
And in the morning I will ache so
Gangnam misery again, oh Lord
And in the morning I will ache so
Gangnam misery again, oh Lord