Foals in winter coats, 冬季大衣马驹，

White girls of the North, 北方的白人女孩，

Fire past one, five and one 火灾过去一年，五年和一个

They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, 他们是星期天火腿传说中的羔羊，

The EHS norm EHS的规范

   

And they can float above the grass, 他们可以浮在草上面，

In circles if they tried, 在圈子里，如果他们尽力了，

A latent power I know they hide, 一个潜在的力量，我知道他们躲起来，

To keep some hope alive, 保留一些希望活着，

That a girl like I'm could ever try, 那像我一个女孩很可能曾经尝试，

Could ever try. 可能永远尝试。

   

So we just skirt the hallway sides, 所以我们只是裙子的走廊两侧，

A phantom and a fly, 幻像和一只苍蝇，

Follow the lines and wonder why 按照行，不知为什么

There's no connection. 有没有什么联系。

   

A week of rolling eyes, 一个星期的滚动的眼睛，

And cheap shots from the trite, 而从陈腐的廉价镜头，

   

And we're off to Nemarca's porch again, 我们就要去Nemarca的门廊一遍，

Another afternoon of the goat head tunes, 山羊头曲调的另一个下午，

And pilfered booze. 和偷酒。

   

We wander through her mama's house, 我们通过她妈妈的房子徘徊，

And the milk from the window lights, 并且，从窗口灯的牛奶，

Family portrait circa ninety-five, 全家福大约95 ，

This is that foreign land, 这是异乡，

With the sprayed on tans, 随着喷上晒黑，

And it all feels fine, 而这一切都感觉很好，

Be it silk or slime, 无论是丝绸或粘液，

   

So, when they tap our Monday heads, 所以，当他们发掘周一头，

Two zombies walk in our stead, 两个僵尸走路代替我们，

This town seems hardly worth our time, 这个小镇似乎不值得我们的时间，

And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, 我们将不再背诵或押韵，

Too far along in our crime, 太远沿着我们的罪，

Stepping over what now towers to the sky, 步过什么，现在塔天空，

With no connection. 由于没有连接。

   

So, when they tap our Sunday heads, 所以，当他们发掘周日头，

Two zombies walk in our stead, 两个僵尸走路代替我们，

This town seems hardly worth our time, 这个小镇似乎不值得我们的时间，

And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, 我们将不再背诵或押韵，

Too far along in our crime, 太远沿着我们的罪，

Stepping over what now towers to the sky, 步过什么，现在塔天空，

With no connection. 由于没有连接。