Billy the Kid

When he was young he use to play with toy guns
當他還小時，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
別人看他玩時會覺得很傻，但比利喜歡它的吸引力。
Though its just plastic his roles got drastic
雖然只是塊塑料，但他的角色非常重要。
Sound effects would blow he'd black mask it
聲音效果會讓他帶上面具，
Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion
他脖子上掛著的是經典的藍波獎章。
He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions
他常常夢見蘭博，意大利黑手黨，突擊隊和軍隊。
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時，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
甚至在他吃東西時，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榮譽。
A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide
一個士兵或一個詩人都很難做出抉擇。
The fun ends as the evening unravels
當夜幕降臨時，樂趣才會結束。
A young mans ego’s so fragile
孩子的自尊心是如此脆弱。
And now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between
現在他正在打他的十幾歲孩子仍在中間徘徊。
Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter
想成為一個想成為作家的戰士，
He's starting to wonder which was mightier
他開始懷疑哪個更強大
And found one
並找到一個，
The difference between Martin and Malcolm
馬丁和馬爾科姆的區別。
He couldn’t see it in the outcome
他想不到結果。
They didnt live to see it
他們活著不是為了想它。
Now how come
現在又怎麼
Was the thought he saw the ones who fought
看到那些戰鬥的人。
He saw the ones who got caught in the crossfire
他看到了那些被交叉火力擊中的人。
His boss firedhim and the cause
他的老闆解雇了他，原因是
He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars
他讀切·格瓦拉的書，而不是代替他停車。
Who writes the laws who enforces them
誰制定了法律，誰又執行了法律。
Born to win, born to loose, born again
生來就為了贏，生來就是自由的，為了重生。
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 ****** 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, man
帶來更多的變化。
It’s been a long time since I use to pretend I was…
玩具槍和演戲的年代已經過去了很久。
You know… I don’t know…Billy the Kid
你知道的...我不明白....孩子比利。