[Sage Francis] [圣人方济]

   

i'm having identity crises. 我是有身份的危机。

"no we're not." "yes we are." “不，我们没有。 ” “是的，我们有。 ”

i'm having identity crises. 我是有身份的危机。

"no we're not." "yes we are." “不，我们没有。 ” “是的，我们有。 ”

   

i don't have a feeling that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip, 我没有说还没有感觉到，我的毡尖的感觉的感觉，

showing my hand...revealing what i've dealt with. 显示我的手，露出我所处理。

and how i'm dealing. cut the deck. evenly distribute the pieces 怎么我处理。切甲板上。均匀地分布在片

of shit talking during our disputes on weekends. 狗屎在我们周末纠纷说话。

we can sing along to each other's song, right? 我们可以沿着对方的歌曲唱的，对不对？

even if the interpretation is wrong, right? 即使解释是错误的，对不对？

just make sure you don't bring the wrong mike, 只要确保你没有带错了迈克，

'cause i don't care about meeting a boyfriend we can all like (nah!). 因为我不在乎满足一个男朋友，我们都可以像（罗！ ） 。

this song is called trite, hope ya like it. 这首歌叫陈腐，希望雅喜欢。

could've substituted your name with the title but i decided that i'd keep it private. 可能已经取代你的名字与头衔，但我决定，我会保持私营。

violent dream sequences just seem endless. 猛烈的梦想序列只是似乎无穷无尽。

i can see myself making a heated entrance 我可以看到自己做了激烈的高考

to your workplace with a smirk on my face. 在您的工作场所在我脸上的傻笑。

and a tongue in my cheek. and a gun in my reach. 在我脸颊上的舌头。在我到达了枪。

sneaking naked photos of myself under the seats of your co-workers, 根据你的同事的座位偷偷裸照的自己，

putting a knife to your throat and screaming out "i won't hurt her!" 把刀架在你的喉咙，并尖叫：“我不会伤害她！ ”

they're like, "let her go!" 他们会说： “让她走！ ”

and i'm like, "let her grow!" 我很喜欢， “让她成长！ ”

prisoners wouldn't listen to this. their rational side was out on a furlough. 囚犯不会听的。其合理的一面是出于对休假。

i like turbo-nuclear family affairs. 我喜欢涡轮核心家庭事务。

i want a wife, a house, and two and a half mistresses to call when i'm not there. 我需要一个妻子，房子，和两个半二奶，当我不存在调用。

then hang up the phone, and have my wife call up the phone company, 然后挂断了电话，并有我的妻子打电话，电话公司，

and ask the phone company guy "why???" 并要求电话公司的人“为什么？ ”

   

and he's like, "ma'am...well, maybe you just don't know how to talk." 和他一样，“夫人......好吧，也许你只是不知道该怎么谈。 ”

and she's like, "damn...well...wanna fuck me?" 和她一样，“该死的......嗯......想他妈的我吗？”

"yeah of course." “是的，当然。 ”

   

see? case closed. and he knows how to trace calls, 看到了吗？结案。他知道如何追踪电话，

so i can't make cranks saying, "i hate ya'll!" 所以我不能让曲柄说， “我恨你们大家！ ”

i throw baseballs at my mirror, break walls a tear a- 我把棒球在我的镜子，墙壁破了眼泪A-

nother page out of my diary, throwing it from the eighth floor 'til i hear a 诺特尔页我的日记，把它扔在八楼，直到我听到了

pin drop. unsuspecting pallbearers are in shock. 针掉在地上。不知情的护柩者都在震动。

they know i'm about to kill myself with a sling shot. 他们知道我将要杀死自己用弹弓。

they bring rocks for ammunition, 他们把石头弹药，

steal my lifetime magazines and then cancel my subscription. 偷走了我的一生的杂志，然后取消订阅。

their hands are just itching to scratch my clean records. 他们的手只是痒搔我的干净的记录。

my rap sheets are infected, now i can't be president??? 我的说唱表被感染，现在我不能当总统？

i just have to be elected! i ask for just a second chance. 我只是要当选！我要求的只是第二次机会。

the answer back was "kid, you never did in the first place." 答案后面是“小子，你从来没有摆在首位。 ”

   

speaking of that, give me my blue ribbons back and anything that is mine. 说到这，给我我的蓝丝带回来，什么是我的。

waiting for a nice guy who can't make it to the finish line. 等待一个好人谁也不能使它的终点线。

when i die you won't recognize the picture buried inside the obituary, 当我死了，你也不会承认埋在讣告中的图片，

but it'll say, "bye, i miss you very much." 但它会说：“再见，我很想念你。 ”

   

i'm always one for last words at departing time, 我是总是一个为最后的话，在出发的时候，

in a million years is when this dead star will shine. 在一万年是当这个死星将大放异彩。

say my fuckin' name. nope. say my fuckin' name. nope. 说我他妈的名字。没了。说我他妈的名字。没了。

you don't...know what to call me so you don't. 你不知道的......所以你不要有什么给我打电话。

you don't you don't call me. 你不你不给我打电话。

you don't you don't call me. 你不你不给我打电话。