Jam Baxter - Wires [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{Edward Scissortongue}
Uhh.. bugging.. larvage
Sit down.. sprockets..
Fucking hate this guy man

{Jam Baxter}
Erugh yeah, hard driving, foul, jam baxter

[1st verse]
Look look, all hail the mechanical wire man
Sat with the planet like a rat in his iron hands
The wrath of a giant flan, lathered in vile jam
(par..) far from a flash in the frying pan

More like the crust on a unwashed pot of gum
What a month son, come kotch till you pop a lung
Its got him konked, it's all a little bit solicious
A little kid light the piff now he's in his innards

When he's not beaten by illogical bitches
He's eating like a slob as he twitches, oesophagus itches
Theophany of sprockets and switches
Words, clicks, pops and forgotten statistics

A lot of logistics, in militant munching
Clunking, I cried him a river to rust in
He drank it in one sip, and sat like a dumb prick
Screaming "beep beep" with a can full of crushed [lips?]


Hard driving..

[course x2]
It goes mass manufactured electrical odyssey
Strapped to a gadget, techno-lobotomy
Snap the elastic, check the commodity
Wrapped up in plastic, fed to the colony


[2nd verse]
Look I ain't even scratching the surface, wrapped in is circuits
A whole population of languishing hermits
Trapped in the skirmish with mountainous Daleks
Grab your silver bullets and your ounces of garlic

The wrong stopping mega biting your neck
Smell the slime on his breath, selling slices of death
Tenderising your chest, to my right and my left
I saw it all sprawling, rise in its mess

And (yes..), I'm being morbid I guess kid
A field full of green can put it all in perspective
A gormless collective, digital behemoth
Ruler of all he surveys with a tray of slop

Stale crocs, served in a box of data
He's not your saviour, common slob stocking paper
Flogging nature with a million MacBooks
Damn that's a brass look fam he's got mans shook


{Edward Scissortongue}
Seriously, get this guy, out of my house
Properly like, seriously man
Sponsored by Strongbow to
Fumes man

{Ronnie Bosh} don't forget me
{Jam Baxter} K cider, boom

[course x2]
It goes mass manufactured electrical odyssey
Strapped to a gadget, techno-lobotomy
Snap the elastic, check the commodity
Wrapped up in plastic, fed to the colony


[3rd verse]
I saw it, all of it, in all its entirety
On one sunny afternoon crawling inside of me
Dwarfed by sobriety, ah the irony (shit)
I still couldn't describe it for the life of me

Finding the light finally, I'm sat at the summit
(yeah..) quick as a flash sucked back in the gullet
The draggle cats scamber on gelatinous rubbish
Like, come here you fat slapper you love it

Yeah right (yeah right), in a air tight Tupperware
Nothings there, refrigerated in a rubber lair
And they love it there, but I was never sure
Skeletor, laying in bed with a blem of draw

I saw.. the unexplored depths
Scooped them all out, now there's nothing more left
But a stubborn sore retch and a motherboard stretched to capacity
This is what's left of reality.. reality