Somewhere,lost it in a turn 冥冥之中，失去了它在转弯

Trouble seems to fit him like a glove. 麻烦似乎符合他像手套。

First come,First served,he's serving it back, 先到先得，先到先得，他担任回来，

Travels light,without a pack,without love. 轻旅行，不带包，没有爱。

He comes from nowhere,returns on his own, 他从哪儿冒出来，回到他自己的，

late for the hanging,yes he's heading for the moon 迟到挂，是他往月亮

Hang 'em High. 杭时间高。

Leather,across his thighs, 皮革，在他的大腿上，

Blasting out the night,he's terrified to drive. 喷射出的晚上，他害怕开车。

One eye on the road, crashed upon his head, 一只眼睛的道路上，坠毁在他头上，

One ear to the ground,he's listening to the dead. 一只耳朵在地上，他听着死亡。

He comes from nowhere,returns on his own, 他从哪儿冒出来，回到他自己的，

late for the hanging,yes he's heading for the moon 迟到挂，是他往月亮

Hang 'em High. 杭时间高。

Alone to himself,he's laughing up his sleeve, 独自到自己，他的笑他的袖子，

Looking back in anger,the city is rleaved. 回首愤怒，我市rleaved 。

Vision of Light, 光明愿景，

Child of the night, 儿童的夜晚，

Passing by. 路过。