I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain. 我喜欢出去走在鬼镇我的大脑。

Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams. 踢生锈铁屑我的回忆和梦想。

Yeah, here's a busted compass...look, the needle's standing still. 是的，这里有一个破获指南针...看，针的站在原地。

Much as some folks hate to lose their way, me, I pray to God that I will. 就像有些人不想失去他们的方式，我，我向上帝祈祷，我会的。

I got a confession; I never ever had no appetite for pain. 我有一个忏悔;我从来没有遇到过没有胃口疼痛。

So it's a mystery to me why I like walking in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. 所以这是一个谜我为什么我喜欢走在鬼镇...鬼镇我的大脑。

I'm on a coal train headed south, guess we're bound for Birmingham. 我在煤的火车南下，想我们开往伯明翰。

Thick as thieves with a black girl twice as messed-up as I am. 厚与黑妞盗贼两倍混乱的，因为我。

The smile upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart. 在她脸上的笑容出卖她的心脏的悲哀。

Like the testimony of a fun house mirror that some fool broke apart. 就像一个有趣的房子一面镜子，一些傻瓜解体的见证。

Girl listen here; you're just a leaf caught in God's secret hurricane. 女孩在这里听;你只是陷入了上帝的秘密飓风叶。

And on this cold and dark wild midnight you are dancing in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. 而在这样的寒冷和黑暗的野生午夜，你在跳舞的鬼镇...鬼镇我的大脑。

Feel them magnets in the shadows? 感觉他们在阴影磁铁？

Hear the voice of tranger virtue? 听到tranger美德的声音？

Take no comforts with them specters 'cause you know that they can hurt you. 不采取任何舒适与他们的幽灵，因为你知道，他们可以伤害你。

Sweet mother load of secrets, feed my wild and endless hunger. 秘密甜妈负荷，养活我的野性和无尽的饥饿感。

Seek the misty trail beyond the veil where the world gets torn asunder. 寻求超越，世界被四分五裂的面纱飘渺踪迹。

Gimme needles in the haystacks, Lord and riddles in the rain... 给我针在草堆，主，在雨中谜语...

'cause I like to go out walking in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. 因为我喜欢出去走在鬼镇...鬼镇我的大脑。