Guante & Big Cats - Red States [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Imagine a can of red paint tipped over by a hand on a map of the USA
Imagine, a way to escape
By takin’ the reins I’m shakin’ my head
Just left another red state

[Hook]
Put your hands up for the heart land
Put ‘em back down for the highway
Every road is a capillary hold your breath
As we pass the cemetery I said
Put your hands up for the heart land
Put ‘em back down for the highway
I can feel their lips on the back of my neck
And it’s taking my breath away

[Verse 1]
The minutemen fell apart into second hand scarecrows
With the first wave in the worst way
Words stay on my lips like flies
Lookin’ for liquor in the rubble of a dive
The police and the army both said sorry
And now hardly anyone’s left
Yet I feel the breath of something on my heels (run)
The summer’s asunder and every lover is under the covers hummin’ this melody to each other yo I wonder where the mothers and motherfuckers are runnin’ ‘cause some of ‘em run from punishment others runnin’ for sustenance
I’d rather run roads than a government
We are roaches, they don’t know who they fuckin’ wit’
We can see in the dark, man
We will rip you apart, man

[Bridge]
Put your hands up for the heart land
Put ‘em back down for the highway
Every road is a capillary hold your breath

[Verse 2]
My hands are spiders
My bones are made of wood, pull the hoodie up
Gimme a blue tarp and a couple tie downs right now skin that I’m in isn’t good enough
My mouth is open;
My teeth are sharp as they need to be, easily
We are leavin’ the scene of a clean break and I’m bleedin’
... but still breathin’
My face is twisted but this isn’t fear, it’s anger
My heart is stapled together: a round in every chamber
My fingers flexin’ gimme one sin I can live without the rest
And I’m comin’ to a city near you with a brass bell ringin’ singin’, bring out your dead
And my god
...isn’t in right now, leave a message
Settlin’ for venom my head is a mess
Nevertheless I got a sense of direction
My feet, know every step before I take it
My legs, never get tired
My lungs, are on fire let ‘em burn

[Hook]
Put your hands up for the heart land
Put ‘em back down for the highway
Every road is a capillary hold your breath
As we pass the cemetery I said
Put your hands up for the heart land
Put ‘em back down for the highway
I can feel their lips on the back of my neck
And it’s taking my breath away