Atheist - Party in the Avenues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
So we had this party the other night. We had a bunch of people over and the police showed up at, like, three in the morning. Like, *BAM BAM BAM* pounding on my door. We say, "Uh, what's the problem, Mr. Officer?" And he said, "We've had some complaints about your party." We said, "Uh, okay, what's the matter?" "Well, you need to keep the noise down a little bit." We said, "Sure." They said, "Alright. You guys have a great night." And then they left. That's it. That's the end of the story

[Chorus x2]
We throw parties in the Avenues
We throw parties 'til we make the news
We gon' party like the year is new
Come party where nobody gonna bother you

[Verse 1]
Come party where nobody gonna bother you
No drama when you come through the Avenues
We got Henny and James and a bar-b-que
Even hooked a live feed of the pay-per-view
We're streaming, hundred people screaming
Put 'em up and punch the ceiling if you're feeling like we're feeling
We're gonna get it in, everybody chipping in
First you're gonna take a drink, then we're gonna drink again
No one's getting stabbed, no one's getting shot
Girl, what number's that? "I don't know...a lot?"
We'll keep the party going, we'll keep the music loud
Ironic sweaters are fine, no Ed Hardy allowed
We got hotties in crowds, bodies moving around
And the boys in the back they got a helluva cloud
We're never coming down for a second
You party? We party 'til it's time for breakfast

[Chorus x2]
We throw parties in the Avenues
We throw parties 'til we make the news
We gon' party like the year is new
Come party where nobody gonna bother you

[Verse 2]
Oh, who's this? You probably never heard of him
He put out half a track and then somebody murdered him
It's his only album and yeah, it's kinda hard to get
Let's just say I knew a kid who knew a kid who knew a kid
(Everybody) calm down, nobody panic
My dealer just called and the weed's organic
We got vegan, gluten-free options
Look! There's a 40-year-old! He's pop-lockin!
And those hippie girls, they like to dance a lot
Do they dance well? Absolutely not
Well, what you got on these gourmet appetizers?
Go unplug your iPod, brother. My vinyl's liver
We don't pack 45s and 38s
We carry 33s and 45s in a crate
We don't pack 45s and 38s
We carry 33s and 45s in a crate

[Chorus x2]
We throw parties in the Avenues
We throw parties 'til we make the news
We gon' party like the year is new
Come party where nobody gonna bother you

[Verse 3]
With so much drama in the SLC
Sometimes it's hella hard just to drink and party, you see?
But no one's got beef in the Avenues
Who cares who you slept with? No one here is mad at you
We're bed-hopping, author name-dropping
Photoshop-cropping, and D.I.-shopping...
Hipsters in the place to be
And the place to be is taking shots with me
Now right about now, I be stumbling and mumbling
A bumbling fool, my head pounding like a power tool
I lean left like my politics
And I don't wear skinny jeans cause my legs don't fit
No red cups and no beer pong
If you think you're not invited, girl, you might be wrong
Cause the night is young and I can't feel my tongue
Take a puff to the lungs, exhale and sing along

[Chorus x2]
We throw parties in the Avenues
We throw parties 'til we make the news
We gon' party like the year is new
Come party where nobody gonna bother you

[Outro]
Have you ever been curb-stomped by police officer after you swung on him with a bottle of bourbon? Well, we haven't. We just like to party