Dear Mr. Coleman I hope your fingers rot 亲爱的科尔曼先生，我希望你的手指烂掉

I pray that you will be the last of your kind 我祈祷你将是最后的那种

This is a warning to you, 这是一个警告你，

hell will seem like a ride compared to what awaits for you 地狱会看起来像一个骑相比有什么等着你

That evil look you gave her, that contradicting smile 这邪恶的看着你给了她，那笑容矛盾

Those goosebumps swell with your perversion 那些心潮起伏膨胀与变态

He whispers "I will kill you" 他低声说：“我会杀了你”

The sweat drops from his brow 从他额头上的汗水滴

He knows he'll have to face her father 他知道他将要面对她的父亲

Your old wrinkled hands and those pebbles for teeth 你的老皱的手和那些鹅卵石的牙齿

I hope you had a good life, now put your hands to your knees 我希望你有一个美好的生活，现在把你的手到你的膝盖

With the TV so loud, all the neighbors will hear 随着电视那么大声，所有的邻居会听到

is a re-run from Seinfeld and they'll cover their ears 从宋飞重办，他们会捂耳朵

They will never speak your name, they will never hear your name 他们从来不说你的名字，他们将永远不会听到你的名字

Dear Mr. Coleman I hope your fingers rot 亲爱的科尔曼先生，我希望你的手指烂掉

I pray that you will be the last of your kind 我祈祷你将是最后的那种

That evil look you gave her, that contradicting smile 这邪恶的看着你给了她，那笑容矛盾

Those goosebumps swell with your perversion 那些心潮起伏膨胀与变态