there is a certain type of genius 有某种类型的天才

who is proud to know so much 谁是自豪地知道这么多

he skipped a thousand showers 他跳过了一千阵雨

cause he doesn't need to touch 因为他并不需要接触

he hides his bastard faces 他隐藏了自己的私生子脸

behind thick panes of glass 后面的玻璃面板厚度

they're all that seperates him 他们都认为分割相应他

from the apish lower class 从apish低下阶层

and the stench of love keeps sneaking up his nose 和爱的恶臭不断偷偷了他的鼻子

through all the snot his sinuses can hold 通过所有的鼻涕他的鼻窦可容纳

believing all the lies that he's been told 相信所有他一直告诉的谎言

grows old, so old 变老，很老

   

a friday night alone with friends 独自一个星期五的晚上与朋友

he's got but one or two 他得到了，但一两

they're geniuses like him, you see 他们喜欢他的天才，你看

nothing like all of you 没有像大家

they banter and they languish 他们戏谑，他们憔悴

with all ostentatious plea 与所有财大气粗认罪

they're all so trendy and which 他们都那么时髦，哪些

they're underground machines 他们是地下机

   

and he wont be there when jesus comes around 他不会在那里当耶稣恶有恶报

he'll write a book on what his studies found 他会写一本书上发现了什么他的研究

and deep inside he'll learn to fear the sound 在我内心深处，他会学习敬畏的声音

of hope, of hope 希望，希望的

   

he says why should i even try 他说为什么要我什至尝试

i will let the oil soak in my face 我会让油浸泡在我的脸上

until the pimples shine 直到粉刺照

like tiny mountains set in place 像立在原地的小山上

this lonely valley, mine 这空谷，矿

between the hills of opulence 富裕的丘陵之间

they grow with strength and time 他们以实力和时间成长

scarlet clusters spring from skin 猩红色的集群从肤泉

to hide my missing spots 隐藏我的思念点

   

and he wont be there when jesus comes around 他不会在那里当耶稣恶有恶报

he'll write a book on what his studies found 他会写一本书上发现了什么他的研究

And deep inside he'll want to hear the sound 在我内心深处，他会想听到的声音

of hope, of hope 希望，希望的

   

when the world stabs you in the back 当世界刺中你的后背

the worst thing you could do 你可以做的最糟糕的事情

is become indifferent to 是变得冷漠到

there is no 'they' 没有“人上人”

no idiot brigade 没有白痴旅

only a thousand yous 只有一千你要跟

equally as bruised 同样是伤痕累累