歌词
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
我做过各种现场演奏现在还在做
我曾在同性恋酒吧，色情酒吧，摩托车葬礼上
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
歌剧院，音乐厅，临时旅社等地方
我发现在我所有演奏过的地方
In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.
所有的听众都是同一类人
所以如果你愿意听，可能你会在这首歌里看到某个你熟知的人
Well I found that in all these places that I've played
最令人作呕的一首歌
all the people I've played for are the same people
当地的皮条客晃进来
蹩着脚咧着嘴笑坐下来
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
挨着一个黄花闺女
酒保抹去脸上一丝笑容
A most disgusting song.
委托人走过来
曲膝行礼然后缓步走出大门
The local diddy bop pimp comes in
夜幕渐渐降临
那里是吉米扔下的“坏运气”牌烟
Acting limp he sits down with a grin
有人在为东拉法亚特周末狂欢
一位穿褶巴衬衫的律师在说话
next to a girl that has never been chased
每个人即便喝着清洁剂
The bartender wipes a smile off his face
也洗不去他们的悲伤
当黑手党给你提供
The delegates cross the floor,
政府也只能对你耸耸肩
你的国民护卫队将提供
curtsy and promenade through the doors,
这样他们就都满意了
那还有一个老花花公子拉尔夫
and slowly the evening begins.
他看起来总是比较低调
那还有个男的托着下巴
And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
他懂得总比自己知道的多
是的，每个夜晚总是上演同样的事
who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
迷幻，喝醉，放荡
在酒吧进出
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
那还有刚长胡子的学生睁着木的眼睛
穿着带香味的裙子，口哨飘飞
And everyone's drinking the detergents
那还有用法语和你打招呼的老师
that cannot remove their hurts
他不是给你爱心，只会教训你
是的，人们每晚重复着同样的事
While the Mafia provides your drugs,
平息，僵化，热烈在弗罗德先生的聚会上上演
那还有一个大放阙词的激进分子
your government will provide the shrugs,
那还有我曾提到的老
还有经常念叨过去脆弱的琳达
and your national guard will supply the slugs,
到伤心时，她总划着十字，屈身行礼
是的，他们都在这里，小提姆和汤姆大叔
so they sit all satisfied.
黑发染红头发的，棕色皮肤带金发的
他们和狗说话，追逐老女人，憧憬快闪的幸福
And there's old playboy Ralph
他们早没了梦想，把被夺走的青春寄托于此
who's always been shorter than himself,
每个夜晚上演同样的故事
and there's a man with his chin in his hand,
迷幻，酒醉，放荡
who knows more than he'll ever understand.
迷失，在玛莎.温尼酒吧同样上演
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.
And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs
and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,
Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed,
who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed
And every night it's going to be the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
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