Tru K - B-36 Peacemaker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Vietcong Charlie getting freaky in ’Nam
Turn the trigger of the tail-end on me, the free man
Checkpoint wall, the Red Fleet tank
I’m the powder in your pocket that’s as white as the Klan
Hunger for massacre, who’s Bowling for Dunblane?
A Cumbrian shooter with a Columbine aim
14 maimed, another left slain
But when the legislation fails, who’s really to blame?
In the prime of your life, should have no time for the knife
Not yet legal, kids are fighting for the wife
The price ain’t right, no game show boy
Need foresight, you can’t comeback like Forsyth
Did you hear about the burning
That happened way down in London town?
Fawkes and knives, repeat 1605
Gunpowder burnt Westminster down to the ground
How were you gonna make peace with a B-36?
Agent Orange to Agent HIV, make everybody sick
One for each sin, the Kratos of myth
Buried at Notting Hill, when’s the death of the sixth
War’s backward, their only fighting for the raw
Turn a country on itself when it’s time to withdraw
Symptoms are casualties; need more of the pure
Spend the money on another, fuck finding the cure
The warriors are 4 foot tall on Kony/Coney Isle
Kids got permanent smiles, orphans standing on trial
Guerrilla style, oh, see the kids with the guns
They’ll pull out your tongue, leave you hung ’til you’re numb
Who shot ya? Unless he’s Bellingham, we don’t know
Could even be broad daylight like Jill Dando
But that’s the way the game goes
We didn’t catch the killer but we came close, case closed