Lost the confidence to write a song, 失去了信心，写一首歌，

So I found three simple chords 于是我发现了三个简单的和弦

And held them together with my weak voice 和我微弱的声音举行在一起

On an out of tune guitar 在一个格格不入的吉他

My father gave to me. 我父亲给我。

   

And may Elvis turn in his grave 并且可以把猫王在他的坟墓

And Les Paul kiss my dirty, calloused fingers 和Les Paul的亲吻我的脏，长满老茧的手指

And may the likes of this song never make 并可能这首歌的喜欢从来不

One fucking dollar, 一个他妈的美元，

leave it for a demo tape 离开它的样带

To be played until it's broken, 要播放，直到它破，

Then remembered only for what it was. 然后，只为那是什么记忆。

   

That we gave them hell 我们给他们地狱

That we gave them hell 我们给他们地狱

That we gave them hell 我们给他们地狱

   

That we gave them hell 我们给他们地狱

That we gave them hell 我们给他们地狱

That we gave them hell 我们给他们地狱

   

To my friends and enemies who could of been anything, 我的朋友和敌人，谁能够得到的东西，

Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect. 泰坦和英雄谁发现生存的原因和影响。

Behind counters, 柜台后面，

Behind windows, 窗口后面，

Striving just 只是求稳

To be people 是人

With bitter ideals of justice. 正义的苦涩理想。

Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent? 我们只需要继续努力，因为它支付租金？

Sleeping under plastic stars glued to ceiling, 在塑料星星粘到天花板睡，

Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine 肌肉燃烧的酒精和尼古丁

Every morning. 每天早上。

   

But we gave them hell 但是我们给了他们地狱

But we gave them hell 但是我们给了他们地狱

But we gave them hell 但是我们给了他们地狱

   

But we gave them hell 但是我们给了他们地狱

But we gave them hell 但是我们给了他们地狱

But we gave them hell 但是我们给了他们地狱

   

There's a height beyond skyscrapers, 有超过摩天大楼的高度，

There's a distance beyond the freeway, 有超过高速公路的距离，

More than pictures in a magazine, 多在一本杂志的图片，

More than tragedy in a rock and roll song. 超过悲剧的摇滚歌曲。

It's more than the actions you know are safe to make. 它比你更知道行动是安全作出。

It's more than money could ever buy. 这不仅仅是金钱所能买到。

   

Are we living to work and die in American cities? 难道我们的生活工作，死在美国的城市？

And working to live and die in American cities, 并努力生活和死亡的美国城市，

And dying for what we worked. 而牺牲的就是我们的工作。