Three brides before breakfast. These rails just wrecked us. My right hand on my heart while my left hand snaps your necklace. 三个新娘早餐前。这些轨道只是破坏了我们。在我的心脏我的右手，同时左手扣你的项链。

   

Each day gets a little more scary. We're holding on, in a way, but just barely. Moms and Dads are rationing their cash for the commissary. But I can't start without going all the way - it's a habit someone gave me. The nursemaid of the blank page. A canary of the American eclipse. A profiteer picking up pink slips. 每一天变得有点更加可怕。我们抱着，在某种程度上，但只是勉强。爸爸妈妈们都配给他们的现金小卖部。但我不能没有开始将所有的方式 - 这是一种习惯有人给了我。空白页的保姆。美国日食的金丝雀。奸商拿起解雇通知书。

   

This wish just to go back, hey... when I know wasn't ever, ever happy! Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy. Nine years down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes, liars, lumps, and drug addicts, and drunks; I love my friends, but I can't stop without going all the way, and I've been that way since '83. The midwife of the jetlife. Oh, genie with a golden spliff. A prostitute paid in pink slips. 这个愿望只是回去，哎......当我知道没有永远，永远快乐！告诉我我最好的记忆 - 这可能是超烂。在德州九几年，随着男女，骗子，肿块，以及吸毒者和酒鬼的荡妇;我爱我的朋友，但我不能在没有将所有的方式停下来，我一直这样，因为83 。该jetlife的助产士。呵呵，精灵与金色spliff 。粉红单支付妓女。

   

I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors. When the call came, there was nobody here. When they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips. Then they came for the singers, in a haze of pink slips. 我撞我的凯迪拉克在镜子的山谷。当电话来了，有没有人在这里。当他们从共产党来了，我吻了他们的嘴唇。此后他们追杀的歌手，在解雇通知书的阴霾。

   

I guess I was just dreaming and drifting. I guess I was artificially lifted. Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift, but we can't go back to those "227" days. It's just a dream we all were having. Hey, mariner in the dirt trade. Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse - from Academy Awards to pink slips! 我想我只是在做梦和漂流。我想我被人为取消。只有快乐，直到10岁仍然是一个礼物，但我们不能再回到那些“ 227 ”的日子。这只是一个梦想，我们所有的人拥有。嘿，水手中的污垢贸易。呵呵，后启示录的邮递员 - 从奥斯卡颁奖典礼于解雇通知书！

   

And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years, but now I'm standing in the rain drinking the champagne of beers. They say, "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier? He was rushed and then he was rattled, but now he's finally in the clear to be a refugee from the rat race, in his white tuxedo and his sad-face. A music group that your dad plays, singing songs about autumn days. He's the laureate of the Granite State, and now he doesn't even write, he just riffs. And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips." 我洗完澡我克尔维特与酩悦多年，但现在我站在雨中喝啤酒的香槟。他们说， “那是谁的影子偷偷跑去码头后面？他被送往然后他被惹火了，但现在他终于在明确是从鼠族难民，在他的白色礼服和他的悲伤面孔。阿乐你爸爸玩，唱歌关于秋天的天团。他是花岗岩州的桂冠，现在他甚至不写，他只是即兴演奏，而且他们会掩盖他的棺木解雇通知书。 “