Miles of Bones - The Philosopher [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
This is one tough pill to take, chalk it up as another mistake and
You ask me how I write these songs, I point at me and point out what's wrong
And I guess that I'll be looking like I've no concern, I won't get it together and I'll never learn
I'm drinking off this bottle like I just don't give a damn

[Verse 2]
And that was one long drive alone, I lost direction but I found my home
Headlights seared into my eyes, the sickle moon sure didn't sympathize
And I know I won't remember anything I write, I guess I'll say exactly what I mean tonight
Girl, your mother doesn't have a damn clue who I am

[Chorus 1]
And Socrates: thank you for making me a loser, a fool in love just sucking back the booze
I can't make it fit together so I'm making it all spin around
And whiskey please, keep 'em coming till the bottom of the bottle, one foot in the door, one foot on the throttle
And I'm burning like a plane on fire and now it's going down

[Verse 3]
This is one sad tale to tell, been dumping silver dollars in the wishing well
Trying to make a tune out of these same three chords, my inspiration's spilling all across the floor
I was tearing quite a strip off of 23, keeping my composure tore a strip off me
Sometimes you gotta go without knowing where you're going to

[Chorus 2]
And whiskey please, keep 'em coming till the bottom of the bottle, one foot in the door, one foot on the throttle
And I'm burning like a plane on fire and now it's going down
And Socrates: thank you for making me a loser, a fool in love just sucking back the booze
I can't make it fit together so I'm making it all spin around