Junk Science - Sailing [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Looking down the grand grocery list and we got...
Mayonnaise, tomato paste, 808’s and nasal sprays
Hand grenades with cream filling
Cancer, AIDS, green children
Toss 'em in the great machine, the unifying crunch
Then place it on a plate to see how you define lunch
Is it worthy of your pallatation?
With a slight recalibration?
Book to movie adaptation
Just a doctor out of patients
With no one left to treat so
We resort to tricks so
You can afford the meat
Throw your fork up in the mix
We are achieving weightlessness come Hell or High Water
But since both are fast approaching
Guess I’ll sell 'em my mantra
Which is not to die
But if you must, don’t die up in them work boots
And if you know you got to fry
Don’t fry up in that jerk suit
The time is now, repent a lot
Select the most expensive plots
We are indeed defenseless bots
And that’s the road, till the engine stops
But I’m the engine, you’re the engine
No such thing as your dimension
Open mind, forced inspection
Forty years, corporate pension
And just in time when the rigor mortis sets in
You can bet then that they coming now for the rest of you
Cause humans make the bestest glue
And that’s an exaggeration, but in essence it is true
That’s how they turned your old man into gelatins and goo

Now if you can’t relate to what I say, don’t like the way I say it
Then it’s probably safe to say that you don’t like me as a rapper
Moving on, cause I don’t give a frak
All my life is Little Mac
Battling Super Macho Man, so Glass Joe is not the plan
Me and Snaf could rock a jam, no microphone just pots and pans
And he could scratch with lobster hands
And I could rap my shopping plans
Like – two quarts of milk, celery, eggs
Newports and kale, ketamine and steaks
Some of that stuff I ain't really buying
But, it’s gotta rhyme
And since that’s the bottom line
You see why rappers gotta lie
Now and then, when it sounds good
Maybe when it sounds hood
Maybe when the sound’s poetic
Bound for town with an ounce of penance
Bounce with a pound of sound investments
And that’s without no leverage
I walk just south of reckless
A thousand miles without no breakfast
But then it’s all brunch baby!
Bloody Mary, extra olives, extra horseradish
Rules of the game enforce madness
How else to recognize humanity is hopeless
And still embody the human understanding of what hope is?
Without that, you just a ghost with a debit card
A boat in a reservoir, a soldier with a feather bomb
But with that, even great minds crumble from the weight
Cause when you running for your life
You cannot stumble out the gate