We're all victims of the system, still we love to place the blame, 我们是该系统的所有受害者，还是我们喜欢把责任都推，

We're running out of choices and there's no rules to the game. 我们正在运行的选择，没有规则的游戏。

I'm getting tired of feeling this way, 我越来越厌倦的感觉就这样，

What can a single man do? what can he say? 有什么可以一个人做的？有什么可以说的？

Every day you walk the edge of a knife, 每一天你走的刀刃，

You're left with nothing at the end of your life. 你留下了什么，在你生命的终点。

They've got their hands in your pocket, 他们已经得到了他们的手在你的口袋里，

They'll take the clothes off your back... 他们会拿衣服脱了你的背...

...they'll stop you like a heart attack. ......他们会阻止你喜欢一个心脏发作。

We put people into power but we fight our wars alone, 我们把人变成动力，但我们孤军奋战我们的战争，

They take such good care of the rest of the world, 他们把这么好的照顾世界的其余部分，

But, what about the folks? 但是，怎么样的人？

At home, oh yeah! point the finger at the man you chose, 在家里，哦耶！矛头指向你选择的男人，

He'll say he's sorry, but it's just the way it goes. 他会说他很抱歉，但它只是是不言而喻的方式。

He sits in judgement like a king on a throne, 他坐在审判就像在一个王位的国王，

'till that november when he'll beg for a bone... “直到，11月的时候，他会乞求骨...

...brother, don't ignore the facts...! ......哥哥，不要忽略的事实... ！