Brzowski - Friendly Fire [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Spit the match out
Ignite the kindling in a mad house
So many bridges that'll take you home
And myriad roads that lead to Rome
Throw in hopes that someone catches
A neutral bitter in a natural state of antagonism
Agonized off of hands extended
Ears and shoulders led

Trust is a crutch for what?
Minnows all star in a shark-tank
Food bank held up in a shrinking [?]
Expiration dated and stamped
Awaiting deliverance, a way to make a difference
From the peanut gallery I can verify
Demarcations and divisions

It's simple
Even though I've always sucked at mathematics
You can't gun for peers or
Endeavor to split to the runs where pride hung
Unnoticed scattered silver
Stained with something the color of rust
You shit in the kiddie pool
But contemplate bigger fish
Like how to climb out of the sinkhole
And feed the kids
Pass a fist in politics, and parlor tricks, and nervous ticks

Revenge: the cold dish after dreams are foreclosed
The family was foretold
Songs of heavy trance and oxbows
The meanings danced on
While we juggled the freshest marrow bones

[Chorus x2]
The orphan who knows we're never coming home
A song for a ghost
Swallowed by friendly fire

If I should pass out, hyperventilate
Contemplate cash cows
You will not believe statistics
Shares are shrinking
We need to bicker and in-fight
Figure a way to precious hours
It takes money to make money
So, hate when they take up nut-hugging
Subtlety, shudder to think
Of that feasible possibility
Positively stuck and hamstrung

Not a favor untapped
Kindling fired up
Stoking a bonfire of the humanity
Selling our souls for under ten euros
And flat circles
Screaming a series of zeroes and ones
This thing weighs a ton and he shrugs
There isn't a finite amount of success or happiness
No poached by unicorn, friend
This is a crapshoot
Standing in the shooting gallery of fecal ballistics
But clear cut to the poets souls
And cloud contemplators
Fitting every bipedal hominid
In a cubicle and hooking up credit lines
To lungs and circulatory systems

Demystify that jackboot foretold like '84
So much potential in that one serious waste
Propagate myths of equivocation
Loving a whore does not a saint make, [?]
The scenesters looked surprised
When they watered down the fan-base

[Chorus]

Glass house music
Favoritism, 3rd person true
We're meeting
Do a punch through
Reporting views from the news
That's coming from too many first among equals
Hopefully bottled and moved
In a few and it's got a sequel
The root of evil is jealousy among the other six heads
Peeking up from the abysmal pit of playpen
When the day ends I only wanted to move
Simplistic of rewards softly spoken treasure trove
Moving shift like silk stuck to slow-moving stilts
On lady of malice
Is the ficklest bed this side of Hades
Babylon rides the beast
Smooches scarlet
Continue to follow on a habit
Better way to waste my life
Feel the bitterness cakes on
Corrosive like drool on the sleeves of old outerwear
Box with old men, pick up some dirty tricks and misery index

Codified and alphabetized so you can swallow your own lies
White as washed Tom Sawyer croaked and rolled over on its allies
Diaper soaked, checked the replicants for defect
Unfriendly munitions killing the innocent in a war of attrition

You can't eat, drink, smoke, spend, or fuck respect. I've tried

[Chorus x2]

Fecal ballistics in and friendly munitions...