Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains - "No Trespassing" Waltz [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

And it's true that we're teenage fools

Trading five days a week to work and school

Justto sneak around on weekends watching for the cops, to dance in abandoned parking lots, and call these cracks in the system a revolution

Butto the Vanguard Party that's criticizing: what have you been up to the Soviet Union?

When you're not starving, life is just the mechanics of eating

Talking to you is raw eternity, but what isn't these days?

And if our only gift is this dark black void, to me that's okay

Becauseour nihilism is the terrorist wing of youthful apathy:

Burn everything down just to drink in the ruins of what used to be an American city

So if it's all the same, then I'll pass out tonight still hating punk rock

But in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on

There's whiskey in my bottle!

And you know there's enough for you

I'll join you in that grave you're digging if there's room enough for two

Where there's no risk of death, life is just the logistics of breath

Tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch

With every friend that ever meant anything

Lying right there next to me

Tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch with every friend that ever meant anything on the opposite side of the country. but i still wouldn't trade anything for the nights when the rain promised us at 2 AM in some burnout industrial shell of a town that will never be dry again. and I'll keep walking, and running, and drinking towards a day that i can see suicide as a tragedy