Strangeway - Christopher Walken [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you

[Verse 1: Elbee]
Touching in habitat, people keep asking 'What's there to be laughing at?'
Running til the sun is up tripping up the overlap
Triple digit IQ I grab a mans thinking cap
While people pushing there views into the earth
Look at the wage a dead job's the only way to prove your worth
Reimburse the work and keep it going till most go berserk
It's a no brainer, raining on cranium
Guns, gore, bullets for some war and it sounds like the powers that be ripped the stitch til it tore
Riddles, puns tell the truth, no messing
Missiles to be tested 'cos the session is the lesson
When there's no second guessing
Here for any call any call any beckon
Grab a strap and cock it for the reckoning
Deep below, tell us where heaven is
Hope this drug makes us feel  limitless

[Verse 2: JHotrock]
An interaction of the worst kind, and that's my first line
It's the interstellar storyteller, with a cursed mind
I'll reimburse my time to ride the box
To realise the clocks are just irrelevant
When your left to rot, six feet down in your element
Rotting in your sediment, I'm stopping at irrelevance
So you called it game over
I've got the intelligence with my stoner persona
To me its undebatable, I ask myself are we even save-able
People just don't, communicate at all
But we're very capable, to do great things
But the younglings, are struggling, by juggling kings
And all the kings horses and all the kings men
Should have given up, and try and reached for the pen,
It's mightier than the sword, why you fighting in war
You can't respawn with your high-score and that's raw, but thats reality