歌词
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
那个衣衫褴褛的枪手回到家乡，像饥饿的逃亡者
He walks through town all alone
他独自穿过小镇
"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
“他一定来自要塞”他听见高中女孩子这样说
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
他的家乡被狼人燃烧，仙女穿着谋杀的衣服
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
肇事逃逸的辩护避难所隐蔽在圣石之下
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
他们打破光和热，然后交织在一个完美麻痹的眩晕中
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
修女和光头穿过梵蒂冈大厅，孕育着，谈起纯洁之胎
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
大街上每个人都因为喝了邪恶的血而失事
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
固执的人笑着，枪手深深呼吸，他的脚踝陷入了泥中
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
然后我说 “嘿，枪手，那是流沙，那是流沙，那不是泥”
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
你是在战争中失去知觉了吗，还是你已经迷失在洪流中？
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
那个纯粹的美国兄弟，迟钝的眼神，空荡的表情
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
雪佛兰超级8赛车比赛日在泽西举办
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
他低身驾驶着，在红色、白色和蓝色闪光漆下，暗中“开往荣耀”
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
他斜靠在引擎盖上讲述着竞赛的故事，孩子们叫他“圣·吉米”
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that ***** loaded to blastin' point
那个火焰和噪音的男孩，他装满爆破的子弹向那开枪
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
他一头冲进飓风中然后消失不见
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
在男孩倒下的地方除了血什么都没留下，没什么你能兜售的
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
只有垃圾横穿在地平线上，这是一个真正硬汉的告别
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
然后我说 “嘿，孩子，你以为那是油吗？兄弟，那不是油，那是血”
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
我好奇当他冲进那风暴中时在想什么？或许他只是迷失在洪流中
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin s*irts whisper in the air
第八大街上穿着绸缎的水手们在空气中低声轻语
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
临街的店铺是玛利亚的化身，她凝视着我
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
布朗克斯最优秀的使徒手中握着自己的武器在旁边伫立
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
一切都静止了，你听见五声快速的，警察们来了
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
从城中传来嗖的一声，他们正在街上开枪
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
然后那只波浪克斯的猫开始松懈，他被风吹走了
And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
然后某个孩子疾风似的来到拐角处，但是一个警察把他带走了
He lays on the street holding his leg,screaming something in Spanish
他抱着腿躺在街上，用西班牙语喊叫着什么
Still breathing when I walked away
我走的时候他还活着
And somebody said,
然后有人说
"Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
“嘿，哥们，你看见了吗？他的身体撞击街面发出了一个美妙的声音”
I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
我奇怪这个伙计在说什么，或许他只是迷失在洪流中了吧？
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
“嘿，哥们，你看见了吗？这个可怜虫肯定完蛋了”
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
我奇怪这个伙计在说什么，或许他只是迷失在洪流中了吧？
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