歌词
When he was young he use to play with toy guns
当他还小时，他经常玩玩具枪。
He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it
他会说那是为了好玩，但实际上那是一种感觉。
He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it
别人看他玩时会觉得很傻，但比利喜欢它的吸引力。
Though its just plastic his roles got drastic
虽然只是块塑料，但他的角色非常重要。
Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it
声音效果会让他带上面具，
Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion
他脖子上挂着的是经典的蓝波奖章。
He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions
他常常梦见兰博，意大利黑手党，突击队和军队。
He would lead them through the dark of winter
他会带领他们穿越黑暗的冬天。
He would leave them when his mom had started dinner
当他妈妈开始吃晚饭时，他会离开他们。
At the table with his bleeding elbows
桌子上，他流血的胳膊肘。
Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s
甚至在他吃东西时，他也需要他的特种部队，
By his side guarding his pride
在他身边守护着他的荣誉。
A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide
一个士兵或一个诗人都很难做出抉择。
The fun ends as the evening unravels
当夜幕降临时，乐趣才会结束。
A young mans ego’s so fragile
孩子的自尊心是如此脆弱。
And now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between
现在他正在打他的十几岁孩子仍在中间徘徊。
Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter
想成为一个想成为作家的战士，
He’s starting to wonder which was mightier
他开始怀疑哪个更强大
And found one
并找到一个，
The difference between Martin and Malcolm
马丁和马尔科姆的区别。
He couldn’t see it in the outcome
他想不到结果。
They didn't live to see it
他们活着不是为了想它。
Now how come
现在又怎么
Was the thought he saw the ones who fought
看到那些战斗的人。
He saw the ones who got caught in the crossfire
他看到了那些被交叉火力击中的人。
His boss fired him and the cause
他的老板解雇了他，原因是
He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars
他读切·格瓦拉的书，而不是代替他停车。
Who writes the laws who enforces them
谁制定了法律，谁又执行了法律。
Born to win, born to loose, born again
生来就为了赢，生来就是自由的，为了重生。
Mortal men with an ego so fragile
自命不凡的凡人。
Reading as the meaning unravels
阅读是一种意义，
Was it a ****** to the head or the words to the brain
是子弹击中头部还是文字击中大脑，
That brought about more change, man
带来更多的变化。
It’s been a long time since I use to pretend I was…
玩具枪和演戏的年代已经过去了很久。
You know… I don’t know…Billy the Kid
你知道的...我不明白....孩子比利。
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