Hunters & Collectors - Blind Snake Sundae [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I hear a little voice
It comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces
The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy
A little line of beer running down his chinny-chin
Oh my god, what a fat little skin
And I smell something cooking
Something soft, something sweet
Something completely ridiculous

In the beginning was the word
It come to scrape away the shell-shock
And I says shake it, shake it, shake it
For another five minutes
And we are blowing it up like shell-shock
And to this fabulous waste
Come and deliver yourselves
I says, come and eat up something
Deliver yourselves
With wet cherries on a Blind Snake Sundae

And to this fabulous waste
Come and deliver yourself
Oh, come and leave all your food lying down in the dust
And listen to the Cook-House rock
I said, listen to the Cook-House rock
Listen to it, listen to it, listen
Listen to the Cook-House rock
Listen to it, listen to it, listen
Listen to the Cook-House rock

I hear another little voice
Same as before
Except a little bit poorer and wasted
Whinging for something loud
By god, you're fat, boy, fat!
Beer dribbling down your weak little chin
I will not let you in
And yes, again, I smell something cooking
Something small and weak
And completely ridiculous

And to this fabulous waste
Come and deliver yourselves
I says, come and clean up something
Deliver yourself
With a wet cherry on a Blind Snake Sundae
To this fabulous waste
Come and deliver yourself
I says, leave all your food lying down in the dust
And listen to the Cook-House rock
I says, listen to the Cook-House rock
Listen to it, listen to it, listen
Listen to the Cook-House rock
Listen to it, listen to it, listen
Listen to the Cook-House rock