MC Misanthropic - K.I.S.S. of Death [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Now everybody holla get cash get money get drunk
Get on the d-floor, for bitches, eccies and spunk
Cunt, it’s all ephemeral paradiso
Chillin’ with the boys no thoughts impulse New Zealand
And then you wake up in the morning you find
That you’re still just caged by the daily grind
Mind: half our youth go straight to uni
Drown their commerce degree in a bucket of Tui
They be learning bout’ models like circular flow
But the salient unemployment man they don’t know
How to fix such a fix in a society of bliss
Where pohutukawae trees make us ignore the hiss
Of real wage decline in Manukau central
No our privileged sons more versed in things dental
And politics in our country demagoguery central
The majority vote Labour cos they just ‘hate National’
The policies, philosophies just swept aside
John Key’s rugby jersey is what brings in the tide
Trevor Mallard’s a champ for yelling fuck in parliament
But Nick Smith is shamed for tryin’ to help a friend out
We gotta get smart and fight the things that matter
And think about the people that be livin’ in tatters
Yeah..