Billy The Kid

When he was young he use to play with toy guns
在他年輕的時候，他經常玩玩具槍
He'd say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it
他會說那是為了好玩，但實際上那是一種感覺
He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it
他表現得很傻，但比利喜歡它的吸引力。
Though its just plastic his roles got drastic
雖然只是塑料，但他的角色卻非常重要
Sound effects would blow he'd black mask it
聲音效果會讓他戴上黑色面具
Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion
他脖子上掛著的是典型的藍波獎章
He use to dream of Lambo's, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions
他常常夢見蘭博，意大利黑手黨，突擊隊，軍隊
He would lead them through the dark of winter
他會帶領他們穿越黑暗的冬天
He would leave them when his mom had started dinner
當他媽媽開始吃晚飯的時候，他會離開他們
At the table with his bleeding elbows
桌子上，他流血的胳膊肘
Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe's
即使在吃東西的時候，他也需要他的特種部隊
By his side guarding his pride
在他身邊守護著他的驕傲
A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide
一個士兵或一個詩人都很難做出決定
The fun ends as the evening unravels
當夜幕降臨時，樂趣就結束了
A young mans ego so fragile
一個年輕人的自尊心是如此脆弱
A now he's hitting his teens still drifting in between
現在他正在打他的十幾歲的孩子仍然在中間徘徊
Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter
想成為一個想成為戰士的作家
He's starting to wonder which was mightier
他開始懷疑哪個更強大
And found one
找到一個
The difference between Martin and Malcolm
馬丁和馬爾科姆的區別
He couldn't see it in the outcome
他看不到結果
They didn't live to see it
他們活著不是為了看它
Now how come
現在怎麼
Was the thought he saw the ones who fought
他看到的是那些戰鬥的人
He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire
他看到那些被交叉火力擊中的人
His boss fired him and the cause
他的老闆解雇了他，沒有原因
He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars
他讀的是切·格瓦拉的書，而不是他的車
Who writes the laws who enforces them
誰制定法律，誰執行法律
Born to win, born to loose, born again
生來就是為了贏，生來就是自由的，重生的
Mortal men with an ego so fragile
自命不凡的凡人
Reading as the meaning unravels
閱讀是一種意義
Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain
是子彈擊中頭部還是文字擊中大腦
That brought about more change
這帶來了更多的變化
It's been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger
玩具槍和演戲的年代已經過去很久了
Active trigger now he a real action figure
現在他是一個真正的動作人物
The military made it harder to decide
軍隊的力量使它更難作出決定
A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride
一個士兵和一個詩人，詩人維護著他的驕傲
You see his views we see them on the evening news
你看他的觀點，我們在晚間新聞上看到
We read the words found hidden in his B.D.U.'s
我們讀了藏在他的b.d.u.裡的單詞
We loose sight with an eye for an eye
我們以眼還眼
Were the last words written on the night that he died
是他死後的最後一句話
In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21
在他21歲的那一天，他們送給兒子一本書
The day he learned of young men who have come to an end
他知道年輕人有走到盡頭的一天
Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen
他的父親拿著他的槍，卻緊緊地握著他的筆
A martyr born again every time his book was opened
每次他的書被打開，烈士都會重生
And the mind that provoked it
激起它的心靈
Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun
是他手上的字，還是槍上的子彈
That kept a man alive for his son
這讓他的兒子活了下來