TRC - Bastard [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I hope you washed your hands before you shook mine
Because I know where you've been, your kind are sick
I've washed my hands of you

And yet it started civilised, what a friendly guy
But those eyes always made me question what lies behind

That's a twisted mind you've got, sick plots straight from your pot belly
And I rarely hate a man straight from the off, I'll give anyone a chance
But you're an exception, desperate for attention
Just looking at you pissed me off

So send in your letters, and your emails
Sign anonymous, get every detail

Like where I went to school and what I didn't do
Like I should've been giving attention to you?
You make me sick, this little prick tried pushing his luck

He got caught in his plans to muck me up

He could've cost me my job and fucked it
And now he prays I'll forgive and forget, but I won't
His sick little tricks only brought out the bastard in me

We could take him outside, and then bash him
Yeah smash him - I mean do him up bad
What other choice do I have?
Well you could sit down and ask why he's mad
Fuck that, he's a sad little sinister man
And he deserves every whack of my hand
Probably, but think about where you would end up
And then who wins?

Well it won't be him, sure I could ignore it
I could fake a smile and swear under my breath
It's just another test, will you rise to this pettiness?
Are you tempted to react? I am tempted to react but I'll hold back

I'll be the bigger man, I'll let it go but I will not shake his hand

Because I know where it's been