John A Hobson was a good man 约翰·霍布森是个好人

He used to loan me books and mic stands 他曾经借给我的书和麦克风看台

He even got me a subscription to the Socialist Review 他甚至让我在订购社会主义评论

Listening to records in his basement 听在他的地下室记录

Old folk songs about the government 关于政府的老民歌

"it's love of money, not the market," he said, "these fuckers push on you. “这是爱钱，不是市场， ”他说，“这些不要脸推你。

And freedom yells, it dont cry. 自由破口大骂，它不哭泣。

Whatever sells will decide. 无论销售将决定。

But there is no hell when you die. 但是，当你死了，没有地狱。

So dont look so worried." 所以不要看那么担心。 “

He got a night life 他得到了一个夜生活

Lost his day job 失去了他的日常工作

Pushing paper, swinging pendulums 推纸，回转摆

Anything to serve a function or to occupy some time 任何服务功能或占用一些时间

You have got to earn this living somehow 你必须以某种方式获得此生活

You are good as dead without a bank accound 你是死定了，没有一个银行accound

But it is funny how alive he felt, down in that unemployment line 但有趣的是，他是如何活着的感觉，倒在失业线

With all the trash at his feet 与所有的垃圾在他的脚下

The pools of piss in the street 小便在大街上池

All of that filthy empathy for the way we're feeling 所有这一切肮脏的同情对我们感觉的方式

The billboards shade 该广告牌遮阳

The flags they wave 他们挥舞旗帜

The anthem was playing loud 这首国歌是大声播放

The baseball game was letting out 在棒球比赛中让出

Then all at once he saw the dust 然后，一下子，他看到灰尘

And heard every tiny sound 并听取了每一个微小的声音

Got in his truck and turned around 挡在他的车，并转身

Drove out through the crowd 开车出去穿过人群

And the cops drove out past that center mall 而警察驱逐了过去那种购物中心

Out past that sickening sprawl 出过去那种令人作呕的蔓延

Out past that fenced in gold 出过去那种围在金

And maybe he lost control fucking with the radio 也许他失去了控制与无线电他妈的

But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end 但我敢打赌，星星显得那么接近结束时