Swordplay - Song for the Dead [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Have another Birthday today
Radioactive birthday cake can be dangerous
And as long as I’m alive I’m a be okay with this headline
“Straight A Worker Bee Academic Clown Type
Figure Role Model Finally pulled the plug”
Come grab a gravity bong and a hotel bible
Complimentary footprints on your way out that door
Shit eating grin on your face and your airplane is falling
Out of the ozone into the outskirts of remote outer space
Picture me in a life vest with the caption
I am a drowning accident just waiting to happen
At my best in a nascent stage of death
Epitaph broadcasting transistor radio trapped in my chest
So sing a song for the dead
And do not do not allow your self to malfunction
Maybe it’s all in your head
Would you beat back that bad bone fragment upon drum skin?
No I don’t have the time of day
I don’t even have an I.D
Probably got a cigarette, a phone bill
Maybe a wallet, losing lottery tickets
And pennies stuck in my pocket

The television at home is in tact
Clip off the antennas but the limbs have been known to grow back
Turn on that bad news and try to relax
Kick off the shoes and go overreact to the same old scenario
Reality TV type Japanese Game Show
No reports of a Double Rainbow
Interrupted by the Tsunami
Tokyo CNN American men sitting in and thinking bombing
I’m carving a halo
I made out of cardboard
I got a telescope that I made out of play-dough
I point it at the heavens
I’m notating in crayon
See I am certainly no Galileo
Whoa Naw Another death sentence
Thank God I got an anti-clerical comeback
Show me the contract
I’m ready for warfare
A friend of the night time don’t have any health care
And at New Year’s
I resolved to be brave
And I've been excited for 2012
I’m a do my best now to behave
Remain in the shadows and carefully line up each one of my dominoes in the snow
Adamantly add another cadaver to the equation and then clench fists
Abracadabra you’re somebody else’s hallucination now
Who doesn't exist?
A 3D-image stretched like fabric
At your best a visible pulsation
My make and model is a mostly ape-like throwback recreation
I’m an organism in decay
Defined by my personal taste and geographical location
Now shout outs to the Appalachians I’ll explain…
I really like apples
And I’m down with moonshine
But I’m not a Christian
And I don’t hate China quite yet
Not that I’m not afraid of em
Remember I’m ready for warfare
Remember to be brave
All we want is that special laissez-faire type of bliss
Or someone to show us that we exist
Or someone to miss
Or someone pretty by the death bed with a last kiss
Or someone on your birthday
No, I don’t want no hologram
Even if it’s better than no friends
Or better than no family…
Because I heard that there may be some bad news coming along up on the horizon
If memory serves, they’ll all be gone
Miles away! Say they won’t be back
Hope you have a nice day
Know it’ll be okay
And from time to time, time takes your loved ones away
So sing a song for the dead
And do not do not allow yourself to malfunction
Maybe it’s all in your head and existence is a mighty fine human assumption
Sing a song for the dead
And do not do not allow your self to mal to malfunction