Trophy Scars - Cats As A Measurement Of Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Who slipped this drug in my drink?
Who are you?
And what do you want?
With a face like that, I bet you can trust yourself
With a face like that you can trust these cats to behave themselves
Oh no! Oh no!
You only say my name whenever you're on top
It doesn't make us even so obviously we're not
Over this together and nobody is getting caught
Timmy's at the bar now fixing himself a scotch
A child that sleeps swats the blood from his face
Come now, my sweetie, you know there's nothing to say
He's been eating his tongue for the last couple days;
Now he won't help you lick the spit off your plate
A child that dreams saws the sweat off his face
A child that dreams chews the shine off a blade
A child that dreams rides a swan in the lake
A child that dreams cuts her face into lace
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...
And if you ever want to look for him
If you ever want to start again -
He's just a phone call away
He's just a train stop away
He's just a note on your grave
He's a scar in your brain
He's a match in the rain
He's a corpse with no name
He's got crude grammar and nothing to say
Milk dripping from her spine all night, that's right
That cat holds on to baby's bones
This cat talks on the telephone
That cat sits in the bar alone
This cat sings in a microphone
"Oh, Oh, I don't need a drink or your sympathy;
Just show me which way to a pharmacy!"
Then he got off stage
And he ran outside
He's been dying to meet you alright!
I'm gonna remember her dress that cold winter
Her hand in the blender, returned the sender
Where was she going, her mouth wasn't moving?
It was just like a movie, but what was I doing?
Was it Egypt or coffee that got me to thinking
"I want other women; I need something different?"
The sky is your limit so don't be so rigid or
Rehearse all those questions; remember, forget it
You know she won't think twice tonight
Oh my sweetie pie, I like your lips, I love your eyes
Don't look back and don't think twice; continue writing lullabies
It doesn't hurt within this hearse to moan out loud and f**k these words
Go. Try to leave
I want you throw up my name
It burns once you've learned
It only hurts worse when you squirm. Yeah
(I know too many people in Monty Carlo
I know too many people everywhere
And then he took me here...)