Low Country Kingdom - Life on the Run [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Montgomery]
The grave is the only real estate I'll take

[Chorus: Montgomery]
Life, on the run
Leave the bullshit in my wake
Cause when, the time come
The grave is the only real estate i’ll take

[Verse 1: Ricketts]
Yeah, if you got that music blare it, I won’t call the sheriff
Hypnotize sirens, goddesses starin'
I’m kind a like Odysseus, Ulysses was a fairy
Tale’s in the syllabus, but Homer’s buried
I'm an eagle scout, so many knots
I eat fresh trout, shoot underwater Henny shots
In my Mercedes submarine never gave me bends
And I don’t, need no, facebook friends
When them babies see me they say
He don't, watch no
Cable tv because you know, he don't, got no
Credit he’s indebted got debt reddened and infected like the
Deficit to China
Big like China
Diplomat with nothin' to lose
Hung Kissinger
I only got two pairs of shoes
And one’s for whistlin'
Sometimes I skip the shampoo
Straight to conditionin'
Don't tell me that it is stupid
Cause I ain’t listenin’

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ricketts]
(Yeah life)
Grab it, pump it up with creatine
I’m runnin til I bleed or until I get the guillotine
Actually, I’m a go and get the guillotine
Death is a leveler, decapitate the king
And money is a fantasy - football
Yeah I got a lot of it, don’t know where i’m a put it all
Maybe i'll deposit it. Will I get it back?
If I put it into diamonds could I fit it in a fanny pack?
Rather have grains in my pocket
I could get some use from that
Hemingway and Vonnegut
I could get some truth from that
Don't worry bout me parking in this indicated handicap
Bookin' dreams livin' on the road like Kerouac
Hopelessly romantic, I guess I am a little bit
But don’t call me a roman cause I --- ain't imperialist
Lickin' raw fish chillin' with the Innuits
You can catch my ass runnin' but I will never get sick of this

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Montgomery and Ricketts]
I can’t believe my eyes, I’m falling through these lonely skies
Every child has tried to fly
But what a way for me to die
If i’m bored, I’ll let it be
But i’m not bored, don’t bury me
No I can carry on, no I can carry on
No I will carry on
Freefallin' is scary huh
But that's why I keep a jetpack in my carryon
You think I'd let this setback get me buried? Naw
If you ain't busy runnin' then your casket's gettin' carried on

[Chorus]