Текст песни: The Purveyor of Novelty and Nonsense + перевод

I am a merchant who fills this land with the novelty and nonsese that withers

wills

My struggle is to keep with what country demands, and family deserves

I put the bread in the mouths of my best and last hope that this name earns

honor

It will be the first

I am a purveyor of bullshit and landfill, and broken dreams

Oh look how I’ve made an inheritance of others' ideas

Most of which should not have left their lips

I fear that my usefulness has expired

Yet you won’t let me go

I am in a race to produce things to buy to eat things to make more things

I don’t have the tools to withdraw myself

We are not hearty, we are usually fallen ill

Is it the tough conversations that warrant our stay?

See I am powerless and take no pleasure in hard battles of words won

But is this my story?

I struggle to love right here, the shadows that pass me by

Why should I leave my land?

I question the motives of those I should prop up on my shoulders and carry;

but not my own at ny time

I will not leave my land

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