Witch Please - Daisy Chain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Dismissing your mission
To feel happy and content
Because there's injustice
On another continent

That's not empathy
It's psychosis
That's our professional diagnosis
Needless to say
These witches have a different focus
Feathers
Garlic
Other hocus pocus

Wolfsbane and beeswax
To create a false epiphany
The Earth won't stop spinning
Cause someone else does it differently
Regain your balance
Find joy in the simplicity

No more drops
The youngsters tried plenty

Meandering around your mind
Unable to make the trip stop
Lacking the prowess
For traditional hip hop

Heard a rumor through the grapevine
About an empty canvas
Turned out to be a hoax
Like Atlantis
Never trust girls named Candice
Sneakier than a goddamn praying mantis

Rap lyrics are the crosswords
Of this brave new world
Sharpen the mind
Of every boy and every slut

I take that back
Didn't mean to offend her
Or send her on a date
With that fifth offender
The pamphlet warned you
I'm an off-the-deep-ender
Mix my liquor
Go on a bender

Organize a kidnapping
All the while your wife's napping
I take a closer look
And wonder if she snores
Trip
Hear a creak
Hollow spot in the floorboards
Touchdown
The Witch scores

"Fuck yeah"
He screams with bravado
Glances towards the poster
Of a certain miss Lovato
And vows
To camp out outside her fence
Getting rid of him will take more
Than your anti-slut defense

Some mace to his face
Just might do the trick
Make him vanish
Wow
A magic trick
From a magic trick
Click

Like the ones I hear in my phone
Static
Breathing
Interference
Jeopardizing my security clearance

There's not a whole lot of bosses
Willing to pay me
Really
It was either this or join the Navy
The recruiter didn't even have to persuade me
Too bad that fucking hype man betrayed me

Now I shoot guns to compensate
This life's weird enough
Without you trying to complicate

Nothing ever goes according to plan
I used to have a punk band
Kellerman's gun jammed
Bang

This is the new Southern gothic
An instant classic
That defies
And defines a genre
Brace yourselves
The age of the Witch is upon ya

I think we got it in the bag
We pledge allegiance to the flag

About time we became independent
Celebrate by hugging the bathroom attendant

And then elope
With the Congressman's daughter
A spitting image
Of your shady-ass father

We're a perfect match
Even if I'm shorter
Mumbles in her sleep
About curing my disorder

"This is destiny"
I quietly say
My main obsessions
Sex, death and the USA

She satisfies all three

Boys in blue approach from the left field
Past the gallows and on towards me
I scream at the first one to show me his shield
He does just that
And sure enough it's real

The cuffs go on
The skin's been peeled
I'll be forced to take some time off
Start a new book and read

Fire my understudy
Even though he'll plead
Wait until
These wounds have healed
Cast a new lead
And exhume Scofield