Cursed - The Void [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

He's passed out for the night
Lived in one house all his life
You can count the decades in his eyes
Fifty year old fistfights and the scars they leave
All the awful liars, all the perfect thieves
But he trusts in the rule of law and hates the current scapegoats
Never asked for more
And what will he have to show for the years of hard work
Faithful service and standardized routines?
And when he dies alone with nothing in hand
Burned out shell of a working man
When he dies alone with empty hands -
How long will the body lie before someone walking by notices the smell
Calls cops and they come to put him in a box (and mark it with a number)?
Somewhere past the city limits somebody pulls his file
Stamps it void and throws it on a pile
We take care of our own, at least on paper
We take care of our own
Who gets his number?