Kid Harpoon - Childish Dreaming [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chalkboards weigh heavy, board rubbers leave scars
The exam board inspection to the drawing board my son
You need curriculum, strong discipline
So pull up your socks, stand tall and breathe in
Why am I rich? Why is my back sore?
What made us linear? What did granddad die for?
Why are there armies and who's on our side?
Where does the sun rise and where does it hide?
Back to bed, you're dreaming again
Safety in numbers, my friend
Picked from a shelf sent on parade
40 hours weekly to slave for a wage
To pick from shelf, send on parade
Children of fortune seek children of fame
Why is this yours? Why wasn't it mine?
Why do the clocks keep on ticking off time?
Why are there nightmares and who made my shoes?
Why are there children shedding blood on the news?
Back to bed, you're dreaming again
Safety in numbers, my friend