The Protomen - The Good Doctor [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[THOMAS LIGHT]
My father worked the mines
Until the day it took his life
Stole him from his only son
And it stole him from his wife
I swore upon his grave:
Someday, I would make things right

So I learned how to bend steel
I learned how to make it move
And I watched as it withstood
All the hell we put men through
With hands of iron
There's not a task we couldn't do

They've waited so long for this day
For someone to take the death away
No son would ever have to say
"My father worked into his grave"

[DR. WILY]

Tom, listen to yourself
And listen carefully to me
If you replace the working parts
You get a different machine
The man who turns the wheels
They will follow anywhere he leads

We've spent our whole lives searching
For a way to make a better world
Giving everything to them
Asking nothing in return
Well, here it is!
A chance to take back everything we've earned

[LIGHT & WILY]

They've waited so long for this day
(They've waited so long for this day!)
For someone to take the death away
(There is no price they would not pay!)
No son should ever have to say
(For someone else to lead them)
"My father worked into his grave"
(Don't turn your back on me!)

[LIGHT]

What will I become
With the things I will create?
I never said that men should bow
I never said that men should break

I only want what's best...

The one I love, she works so hard
Works her fingers 'til they bleed
Some of the pain that she endures
Would bring a strong man to his knees

And I want to help...

[LIGHT & WILY]

(You are a fool!)
You underestimate the character of man
(Well, they are weaker than you think!)
You think that they'd surrender
If you bind their working hands
But they are strong!
(Just wait and see...)

We will build cities in a day
(Men would cower at the sight!)
We will build towers to the heavens
(Man was not built for such a height!)
We will be heroes!
(We will BUILD heroes!)

[LIGHT]

They've waited so long for this day
For someone to take the death away
No son would ever have to say
"My father worked into his grave"

We'll sleep tonight with hands of bone
And we will wake with hands of steel
With these hands, we will destroy
With these hands, we will rebuild

[WILY]

(And we will stand above the city
Rising high above the streets!
On tops of buildings, we will look
At all that lies beneath our feet!)
(And we will raise our hands above us
Outstretched, shining to the sun!
With these hands that will not bleed
My father's battle will be won!)