Cecil Otter - Chicken Or The Egg [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Grab your stones and punish me
Leave me with nothing but shattered bones and busted knees
These scattered poems are falling out of love with me
They're falling out of love

[Verse 1]
Ay yo, take some time from your clock
And save it in your bottle
Your baby's not a model
But she's got you picturing her
In the pages of your nude magazine
So who makes the fiend?
And who makes the cleans American
Carry us like kerosene?
I ain't caroling
I ain't afraid to sing
It ain't embarrassing
It's just a way to scare the king into war
If this means war
Then you missed the meaning
Of flipped coins made of gold
Pour your soul out
[?]
Wearing your blue collar
Before that red carpet rolls out
Roll out, roll out

[Verse 2]
I want to rock a show until you all shout
"Fuck you, man!
Give me my money back
You stabbed me so hard
I'm leaving this club with a bloody back."
[?]
Like you could really pick that rusty latch
That's got you locked inside the idiot box
Don't be the idiot watching your life sentence sail away
Sail away without meaning
I'm dreaming; oh, I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming; oh, I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming

[Hook]