H. Hawkline - Salt Cleans [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I feel the heat of the police everywhere
No more room to cry and no witness stand as the gavel hammers down
The judge is here to crack some heads
Perfumed egg yolks fry on egg white legs
Feel the leading of them all
A liquid den of snakes with your new dogs
Empty buildings everywhere
Unjust paid brutality as cuffing cleans the streets
And its the raging? of a mad affair
The sinking of a sorry state
And theres a monolithic cross to bear
But all the pretty princes are too late
And all this miscellaneous madness is theirs but the good life is yours

I smell the meat and the onion on your hair
Arrows left in your umbrella
Stand empty buildings everywhere
Fuck your homemade trainers and your race to be concave man
And its the raging of a mad affair
The sinking of a sorry state
And theres a monolithic cross to bear
But all the pretty princes are too late
And all this miscellaneous madness is theirs but the good life is yours

Its the raging of a mad affair
The sinking of a sorry state
And theres a monolithic cross to bear
And all the pretty princes are too late

Salt
Salt

Pour out the salt

Till theres no room left and no where to stand