Panic - The Life Of... [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Panic.]
He went by Charlie, his only name
His father was a drug addict and mother was the same
He was scared of the future, his daddy a felon, mother was abusive and never stopped yelling
He grew up mad and angry at society, like this is what I tried to be but everybody lied to me, nobody ever guided me, no one ever admired me, I was born with extremely addictive drugs inside of me
But oh well, I guess things happen that we can't control, like the way Charlie was bullied both at school and at home
Like the way he was ignored, and nobody cared, like the way he had no friends, and nobody dared
Peek into his life, and offer a hand, look into his mind, hard, not a glance
Making sure he's okay, making sure he's served, and offer him the love that all human beings deserve

[Hook: Panic.}
So that yes maybe you, too, can be cool
Yes maybe you, too, can be the rule
Yes maybe you, too can be a tool
So that yes maybe you, too, can be a fool

[Verse 2: Panic.]
So time flies by and Charlie is in high school
The message is you got to get fit and get cool
Cliques and females, it's the popular derail
You're not cool if you're normal like shopping stores of retail
And if your car is not detailed, your watch was not expensive
Your family is not rich, your shoe collection is not extensive
Then everything you thought you knew was just a lost essential
Cause everything you're working for will seem it's lost potential
So put everything below, and everything away, push all your morals aside, and live for the day
You can walk around pompous with your dick in your mouth
Face your ass north, and your crooked smile south
And walk around like you know just what you're talking about, like there's a universal message to send without a doubt
But don't blame society and sit around and pout, you got to get up, sit up, yell and shout

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Panic.]
So if there's one thing Charlie ever learned in life, it's not always fair, the people aren't always nice
They've got to look out for themselves even when it's not right, they've got to make sure that they're not the one's crying at night
They've got a feeling called selfishness and one called greed, another called selflessness, and one called gluttony
Pleasing to the masses but not appealing to me, because I'm a pacifist that's appeasement isn't greed
But what about the things that were really unfair, they happen to plenty but many of us don't care
They flaunt their money from their clothes down to their hair, and many are saying that they are modest with what they wear
So now what do we do when we're peeling for the truth
We're scraping for the lies while I'm posted in the booth
Living for the praise of a message in our rooms
Cooped up in a life where your only life is you

[Hook]