There's a voice on the phone 有一个声音在手机上

telling what had happened, 告诉发生了什么事，

some kind of confusion 某种混乱

more like a disaster. 更像是一场灾难。

And it wondered how you were left unaffected, 它想知道你离开不受影响，

but you had no knowledge. 但你并不知道。

No, the chemicals covered you. 不，化工罩着你。

So a jury was formed 因此，形成了评审团

as more liquor was poured. 随着越来越多的酒倾倒。

No need for conviction, 无需信念，

they're not thirsting for justice. 他们不渴望正义。

But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head. 不过，我睡了我把我的脑袋里的谎言。

I found out I was guilty. 我发现我是有罪的。

I found out I was guilty. 我发现我是有罪的。

But I won't be around for the sentencing, 但我不会对周围的量刑，

cause I'm leaving 因为我离开

on the next airplane. 在下飞机。

And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify 虽然我知道我的行为是无法自圆其说

they seem adequate to fill up my time. 他们似乎足以填满我的时间。

But if I could talk to myself 但是，如果我可以跟自己

like I was someone else, 像我是别人，

well then maybe I could take your advice, 那么也许我可以接受你的建议，

and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time. 我不会像这样的混蛋所有的时间。

   

There's a film on the wall, 有一部电影在墙上，

makes the people look small 使整个人看上去小

who are sitting beside it, 谁坐在它旁边，

all consumed in the drama. 所有消费的大戏。

They must return to their lives once the hero has died. 他们必须回到自己的生活，一旦英雄已经死了。

They will drive to the office 他们将推动办公室

stopping somewhere for coffee, 停止喝咖啡的地方，

where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene, 那里的民谣歌手，诗人和剧作家召开，

dispensing their wisdom, 分配自己的智慧，

Oh dear amateur orators. 哦，亲爱的业余演说家。

   

They will detail their pain 他们将详细介绍他们的痛苦

In some standard refrain. 在一些标准的近三成。

They will recite their sadness 他们会背诵自己的悲伤

Like it's some kind of contest. 喜欢它的一些比赛。

Well, if it is, I think I am winning it, 好吧，如果是，我觉得我中奖了，

All beaming with confidence 所有的信心喜气洋洋

as I make my final lap. 我让我的最后一圈。

The gold medal gleams 金牌闪闪发光

so hang it around my neck 所以把它挂在我的脖子

cause I am deserving it: 因为我是值得的：

the champion of idiots. 白痴的冠军。

   

But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha. 但一个孩子携带着随身听上坐奥马哈长的公交车。

I know a girl who cries when she practices violin. 我认识一个女孩，当她练习小提琴谁的呼声。

Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her, 导致每一个音符听起来那么纯洁，它只是切入了她，

and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. 然后旋律来诉说着她的眼睛。

Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie 现在对我来说，一切，它只是听起来像一个谎言