Do you ever stop to count all the invitations 你有没有停下来算所有的邀请

At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision 在一天结束的时候它归结为一项决定

Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention, 懒人女孩和怪胎在居民公约，

All these sugars with no vitamin sensation. 所有这些糖没有维生素轰动。

   

Do you ever stop to look over old relations, 你有没有停下来看看在旧的关系，

Or look to the belly of another one's emotions, 或者看向另一人的情绪肚，

Someone young in the winds of a revolution 有人年轻的革命之风

Trying to save his face in the evolution. 试图挽救他的脸在进化。

   

Asleep at the wheel, 睡在方向盘，

No windshield, 没有挡风玻璃，

But you know that the streets 但是你知道，街头

Here don't change. 这里并没有改变。

   

He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation, 他一直活在精神饥饿的链条，

Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration. 骨瘦铁，只有喂养过挫折。

Unlike you who seem bred from corruption 不像你们谁似乎从孕育腐败

Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation. 喂养过的不愈合国家的板。

   

Asleep at the wheel, 睡在方向盘，

No windshield, 没有挡风玻璃，

But you know that the streets 但是你知道，街头

Here don't change. 这里并没有改变。

   

With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection 在其等待建立连接的街道情人

To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion, 是妈妈你的下一个堕胎的灵魂，

She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion 她会偷你的钱，一个婴儿的肤色的眼睛

Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention. 然后，她会笑你和你的性发明。

   

Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion, 闻如玫瑰，在奉献的鲜花，

Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion, 倾注了聚光灯的热运动，

With a face full of mud even though you were only joking 用满是泥土的脸，即使你只是开个玩笑

As if you really understood the value of isolation. 因为如果你真正理解隔离的价值。

   

Asleep at the wheel, 睡在方向盘，

No windshield, 没有挡风玻璃，

But you know that the streets 但是你知道，街头

Here don't change. 这里并没有改变。

   

Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin' 你的舌头这么快像罗林一列货运火车来了“

Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin' 每一个微笑，你给的只是为了让你的嘴从clothin “

Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion 每一个发动机燃烧与爆炸的迹象

Locked in neutral your engines are broken. 锁定在中立的发动机坏了。

   

Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean, 就像蜡烛的太阳融化成海洋，

Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station, 这样的灯老火车站的轨道在月球，

You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions, 您可以在大地母亲的瘾线条的颜色，

And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction 而在地球绑架的脸上没有持枪

   

Asleep at the wheel, 睡在方向盘，

No windshield, 没有挡风玻璃，

But you know that the streets 但是你知道，街头

Here don't change. 这里并没有改变。