The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway 的寒酸样子的孩子炮手returnin的家就像一个饥饿的失控

He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say 他走过镇上独自一人 - “他一定是从堡垒”，他听到了高中女生说

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide 他下乡的燃尽的与狼人仙女身着拖杀人

The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide 撞了就跑申辩的避难所， “照耀下的圣石，他们隐藏

They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection 他们唱到“横梁和杂交用痉挛的络丝完美

Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception 修女们通过梵蒂冈大厅跑秃，怀孕，祈求“无原罪

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood 而且每个人都遇难大街上喝不洁血液

Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud 贴纸甜蜜的微笑作为枪手呼吸深沉，他的脚踝结块的泥

And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud 我说， “嘿，枪手的人，这是qucksand ，这是流沙，是不是泥

Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?" 你抛出你的感官战争，还是你失去他们在洪水？ “

   

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced 纯美式的弟弟，暗沉眼和空面

Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight 周日的比赛在新泽西州的雪佛兰库存超8

He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint 他骑着“呃低的臀部，在他的红色，白色和蓝色闪光漆有”开往荣耀“的一面

He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint 他斜靠在引擎盖赛车讲故事，孩子们都叫他麦圣

Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point 嗯，这火焰，和噪音的男孩，他的绝杀那个婊子装到BLASTIN 点

He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point 他首先乘坐头为飓风，并消失在一个点

And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell 还有的什么也没留下，但有些血在身体下降，也就是说，什么也没留下，你可以卖

Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell 只是垃圾全部横跨天际，一个真正的强盗的告别

And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood" 我说， “嘿小子，你认为这是油？男人，不是油，那是血”

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood? 我不知道他在想什么时，他打的强攻，还是他刚刚失去了在洪水？

   

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air 第八大道水手在绸缎衬衫耳语在空中

Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare 玛丽亚的一些店面的化身，她puttin 对我盯

And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware 和布朗克斯的最佳使者站在他的手放在自己的硬件

Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air 一切都停止，你听见5快速射击，警察上来空气

And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street 而现在，从住宅区的重型的团伙，他们乱射在街上

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet 从布朗克斯的猫开始释放Walking 松动，但他被吹对过他的脚

And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away 还有一些孩子来BLASTIN 指日可待，但警察把他的时候了

He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away 他奠定了在大街上抱着他的腿，尖叫的东西在西班牙，还有呼吸，当我走开

And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud" ，有人说：“嗨，伙计，你看到了吗？他的身体撞到路边有这么漂亮的重击声”

I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood? 我不知道这家伙是在说 ，还是他刚刚失去了在洪水？

Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up 嗨，老兄，你看到的是，那些可怜的猫肯定搞砸

I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood? 我不知道他们是刚开了进去，还是他们刚刚失去了在洪水？