A junkie walking through the twilight 发烧友在暮色中散步

I'm on my way home 我在回家的路上

I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone 我离开三天前，但似乎没有人知道我走了

Home is where the hatred is 家是哪里的仇恨

Home is filled with pain and it, 家是充满痛苦和它，

might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again 可能不是一个坏主意，如果我从来没有，从来没有回家了

   

stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why 作为站在离我很远，你可以问我为什么

hang on to your rosary beads 挂在你的念珠

close your eyes to watch me die 闭上你的眼睛，看着我死去

you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it 你一直在说，踢它，退出它，踢它，退出它

God, but did you ever try 上帝，但你有没有尝试

to turn your sick soul inside out 把你生病的灵魂里面出来

so that the world, so that the world 因此，世界，使世界

can watch you die 可以看你死

   

home is where I live inside my white powder dreams 家是我住的地方在我的白色粉末的梦想

home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams 家里曾经是，现在是充满了我的沉默的尖叫声空真空

home is where the needle marks 家是哪里的针痕

try to heal my broken heart 尝试医治我破碎的心脏

and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again 它可能不是一个坏主意，如果我从来没有，如果我从来没有回家了

home again 再次回家

home again 再次回家

home again 再次回家

kick it, quit it 踢它，退出它

kick it, quit it 踢它，退出它

kick it, quit it 踢它，退出它

kick it, can't go home again 踢它，不能回家了