The Etherealist - Beyond the Pines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I'm beyond the pines; I don't know where to draw the fucking line
To provide for a child, a better life I have to find
I'm on the grind: I make enough for myself
But if I'm gonna feed his mouth, I need a lotta mo' wealth
Working for a man who wants me to rob a bank
Cause I got the skills and I rock a motorbike better than any can
With a getaway van, now I'm packing heat
No second chance for me; I gotta make this P and get outta here free
Shit hits the fan; bitch got a gun in her face
Money out the trays; I'm outta the door and away I'mma race
Hell of a pace; no-one seems to take chase
I got away; meals for all on the fucking table today
What a hell of a way to make the money I needed
You couldn't beat this feeling, like I could never once be defeated
And that's all I needed; yeah, I'm instantly hooked
The United States economy 'bout to get fucking shook
Bitch, I'm a fucking crook and your money gonna get took
Money I don't even need; now I'm consumed by the greed
Must be three times I've done this now. I'm getting away somehow
I'm 'bout to raise some Hell 'fore they take me to jail
But mother-fuck a cell: I'd rather go out shooting
Most likely get shot in the back while I'm pulling a looting
This game is fucking nuts but now I've had the taste, there's no giving up
Maybe I was made to hold mother-fuckers up; getaway truck, run and duck
My baby-mama's got herself a new man
We were a one-night stand: family isn't what she had planned
But now we have a baby. She thinks I won't support him then she crazy
Fuck this other mother-fucker: this my son and my lady
So now I'm over at her house: I let myself in
Bought the tools with me so I could make my child a fucking crib
Her new man tells me to leave, I see his fists clench
I ain't taking his shit: I hit the fucker 'round the face with a pipe wrench

[Skit]

[Verse 2]
My partner's fucking split; the man who got me into this shit
Without a driver, I gotta raise my game higher
A fire burns in me; living this life now won't be easy
I've had a taste of that criminal life on the edge of a knife
But maybe I slipped and fell along the trail
My mind is frail; maybe I'm already off the rails
When my partner bailed, he paid me out of jail
But now I hate the mother-fucker cause he made me fail
Now he's had enough; he wants me to give this robbery shit up
He ain't fucking around: he took my bike and he melted it down
Now this fucking clown got my gun to his temple
The bail money I owed him getting taken back tenfold
Cause now I gotta buy myself a new fucking ride
'Fore I take this next bank with nobody by my side
Yeah, this shit is risky but fuck it, I'm on it anyway
Thousands of dollars; empty the money out the fuckin' tray
Once again, I'm on my way
But fuck, of all the places, today had to be the day
Police hunt their prey; they're right on my ass
Hit the gas, pump it fast and I blast but I can't last
My tire's slashed. Into a cemetery I dash
To evade my pursuers, yeah today won't be my last
Back on the street; this fucker's on me like a dog in heat
The bike's fucked so I take to my feet
Run down a back path, tryn'a catch my breath
There's nothing left; I can feel the hands of death around my neck
I duck into a house; this my last chance, no doubt
Make my way upstairs and get the family out of there
Call my girl up, tell her my time in this world's up
And so's my luck: an officer batters down the door
He pulls a gun, there's no time to hit the floor
I feel something hit my chest before a sudden fall

[Skit]

(When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to Hell)
(Cause I'm a piece of shit: it ain't hard to fucking tell)