Текст песни: Where The Wild Things Are + перевод

That boom box in the backyard goes

(Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey)

That boom box in the backyard goes

(Heeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

That boom box in the backyard goes!

(Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)

Daddy’s home sweetheart

It seems that the dreams for the children on the block

Has gone from love, to a thug with a million dollar watch

But see I’m talking 'bout the jungle, the outback, the city I live in

That cunt that’ll always bounce back with a witty dominion

An ill flow like this and a 'still don’t like pigs' attitude is what I got

I’m flipping, I’m tripping, I’m puffing on pot

So don’t even think to sleep on me cuz I’m a dodgy mattress

I’ve figured it out, I’m the king of the house, I’m a flying flock of axes

I’m going vampire killing with stakes in me holsters

Shooting them down, ripping the faces off vultures

The trolley’s full of goodies for the kids

So rat-a-tat-tat Big Macka is back and I’m loading of the dick

What up cunt

Are you still with us or what?

Let’s make some noise for the state of Australian hip hop

There’s blood and there’s guts coming out of the speakers

There’s fire in my veins and it’s right off the metre

With a fist in the sky I’ma fly like an eagle

Come on, hit me again

Come on, well shit there it is

I’m plugged in, the sound is connected

Rise up, the crowd is electric

A place with Zen good nature

I’m the shore, your 10 foot breakers

It’s fun when I’m out and about and I’m bouncing around in summers naked sun

Naturally high when I breathe in the breeze and I run full steam through mother

nature’s lungs

I’m ripping and snipping the rhythm like Izm, my man on the decks,

no-one cuts quicker

Let’s proclaim ourselves free and make a principality like up at Hutt River

Head out the window, the air sings

Howling, tearing through hair pins

It’s the crazy rap vocalist

Monster truck maniac motorist

Power up, lock into the socket

Pull a Johnny rocket out my pocket

Ride a lightning comet

I write these sonnets with a spice of comics

Fresh, ripe and honest

I pick up the pieces like I was a hunter-gatherer

Inspired by life, our people leave deep dents up in the punter barrier

There’s blood and there’s guts coming out of the speakers

There’s fire in my veins and it’s right off the metre

With a fist in the sky I’ma fly like an eagle

Come on, hit me again

Come on, well shit there it is

In the search for fame everyone wanna be bigger than Kurt Cobain

After he burst his brain and left his curtain stained

What do ya think?

I think it’s bad for them to stare at the sun

Save my soul with a flare and a gun

You can find me on tour nightly

I’ll be lightin' up a stick like Hermione

Excuse me miss if I ransack your handbag

Flow so heavy the damn track needs Tampax

I’m so good I spell M.O.M with an X and a zillion F’s and it’s still correct

Tripping in a theme park with a ski mask

This house is where the wild things are

Playing with fire, allude the darkness

Where shooting stars are just moving targets

On the highway to hell with a stronger engine

Grow the fuck up like crops in Nimbin

Big league now, gotta move a little tougher

Take to the plate with a Louisville Slugger

I’m getting drunk with angels to keep the blood pumping like jumper cables

Mind Over Matter in the building!

You know it!

BNE and M.O.M. knockin it out the park!

Why don’t you think outside the box like a new born baby!

There’s blood and there’s guts coming out of the speakers

There’s fire in my veins and it’s right off the metre

With a fist in the sky I’ma fly like an eagle

Come on, hit me again

Come on, well shit there it is

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