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Blood, Sweat, No Tears

From Executive Committee Drama Disk 1, sung by Morikawa Toshiyuki and Ishikawa Hideo, this was translated as a gift for a friend, most of it done a while ago but I finally got back to the translations tonight.

4 word day sore dake ga shinjitsu nano ka yo
Mainaa na sucker town sorega kono machi sa
Buuto de buttonda freaky na who whose whom
Noushintou Notorious ga notteru

Housoukinshiyougo dake sonna mainichi no katarai
Machikado wa hen na tame rai tsurezure ni tabi wa touzai
Sono uchi ni kiki ga tourai  kouhou ni wa enrai
Sondemotte toujou wa 16 beeto no break

In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
 
Harainoke migakinuke
Sagasu made Gold

Back to the front nante shareteru uchi ni
Kangae mo shinai koudou ni detari
Nanimo dekiyashinai kakuzuke nou nashi to
Ittai dare ga kemeta.

Kobushi wo takaku agete ai wo toitari shinai
Mi wo horobosu no gomen, keredo hoji mo gomen da
Iigakari no kenryoku iinogare no minshuu
Ishiki kojou hakari ima sentou kaishi

In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
 
Atozusari sakibashiri
Saigo ni wa Gold

In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
 
Harainoke migakinuke
Sagasu made Gold

4 word day, only that is the truth
Minor sucker town, that's what this town is
Jumping in your boots, freaky who whose whom
Cerebral concussion, joining the notorious
 
Only banned words, that sort of everyday talk
Come to the streetcorner for the dirty deeds, A tedious journey across the country
The arrival of a crisis at that place, In the rear distant thunder
That sort of entrance, a 16 beat break
 
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
 
Ward it off, polished up
Searching until Gold
 
Back to the front, kinda joking around with me
Without thoughts, brought out in action
Nothing that you can do easily, rating without merit,
Who in the world decided this.
 
Raising a fist high, without advocating love,
An apology for ruining oneself, but also an apology for the preservation
The pretext of political power, the excuse of the populance,
A measure of improvement of consciousness, now a battle commencement
 
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
 
Drawing back, being forward
In the end Gold
 
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
 
Ward it off  polished up
Searching until Gold