Yeah one hundred a month
一个月一百，
fifty goes to the vault
五十存进保险箱。
Dad smells like sawdust and frost
爸爸身上带着锯末和寒霜的味道，
Mom smells like soap and chalk
妈妈身上是肥皂和粉笔的香。
CIA on the hood baby
CIA 印在引擎盖上，宝贝。
Click vroom static
咔——轰——（杂音）。
Born in a workshop built of smoke and pine
我出生在一间木烟弥漫的作坊，
Dad carved the toilet even the moon was mine
爸爸连马桶都能雕，连月亮都归我所有。
He was a wizard of hinges prophet of nails
他是铰链的巫师，钉子的先知，
built doors that never squeaked chairs that told tales
造的门从不吱呀，椅子都能讲故事。
Mom washed ghosts off kids at school
妈妈在学校洗掉孩子身上的鬼魂，
saved rice like diamonds played poverty cool
像存钻石一样存米粒，把贫穷演得体面又稳。
Fifty to the bank twenty to my dream
五十进银行，二十给梦想，
a tin plate car with electric gleam
一辆铁皮电动小车闪闪发光。
It said CIA on its face
车头写着 “C·I·A”，
like I was some spy in a cardboard race
仿佛我是纸板间谍赛车里的王牌。
Headlights flashing mission divine
前灯闪烁——任务神圣，
sleeping with metal cold against my spine
睡觉时，冰冷的金属贴着我的脊背。
I got a CIA car and a five cent soul
我有一辆 CIA 小车，还有一颗五分钱的灵魂，
a nuclear childhood in a two room hole
在两间房的贫穷洞穴里长大成一颗核童心。
Batteries dead bake em on the stove
电池死了？——放进炉里烤！
Yeah we cookin science poverty’ s grove
没错，我们在穷困中烹饪科学。
Laugh spin dismantle the chrome
笑一笑，旋一旋，拆掉镀铬外壳，
take it apart just to feel at home
拆开一切，只为感觉“这是家”。
Half charged toy half holy shrine
半充电的玩具，半圣坛的祭品，
mom said no batteries I said that’ s fine
妈妈说“别浪费电池”，我说“行”。
We roast em by the fire till they hiss and sweat
我们把它放火边烤到“嘶嘶”作响、汗珠滴落，
then miracle sparks in the plastic jet
然后——奇迹的火花在塑料喷嘴中闪烁。
Driving to grandma’ s leading the parade
开车去奶奶家，带领游行队伍，
they walk I roll till the juice decayed
他们走着，我滚着，直到能量耗尽。
I parked in dust stared at the sky
我停在尘土里，抬头望天，
felt like a god who forgot to fly
感觉自己像一个忘记如何飞翔的神。
The smell of wood the frost on glass
木头的味道，玻璃的霜气，
dad’ s shadow like a giant compass
父亲的影子——像巨大的罗盘。
Every screw he turned became a law
他拧下的每一颗螺丝，都是一条律法，
every silence a wooden saw
他沉默的呼吸，也像锯在锯木。
So I tore the car open spine and wire
于是我拆开那辆车——脊柱与电线！
More parts more life more empire
更多零件！更多生命！更多帝国！
CIA car became the Ark of junk
CIA 小车变成了垃圾的方舟，
nuts and bolts in a holy funk
螺母与螺栓在圣歌中晃动。
I built kingdoms under the bed
我在床底建造王国，
with engines made of hunger and lead
引擎由饥饿与铅铸成。
Who needs playboys and shiny screens
谁还需要花花公子和光亮屏幕？
I had apocalypse built from dreams
我早就用梦想组装了末日。
I got a CIA car and a five cent soul
我有一辆 CIA 小车，还有一颗五分钱的灵魂，
I crash through heaven with a pot lid goal
我用锅盖作盾，冲进天堂的门。
When the world says broke I say boom
世界喊“穷”，我笑着回“轰！”
Turn my hunger into a cartoon
把饥饿变成卡通梦。
Laugh spin dismantle the chrome
笑，旋，拆掉镀铬，
take it apart just to feel at home
拆开一切，只为感觉“这是家”。
I got a CIA car and a five cent soul
我有一辆 CIA 小车，还有一颗五分钱的灵魂，
I crash through heaven with a pot lid goal
我用锅盖作盾，冲进天堂的门。
When the world says broke I say boom
世界喊“穷”，我笑着回“轰！”
Turn my hunger into a cartoon
把饥饿变成卡通梦。
Laugh spin dismantle the chrome
笑，旋，拆掉镀铬，
take it apart just to feel at home
拆开一切，只为感觉“这是家”。
I hear the collectors at the door
我听到讨债的人在敲门，
kickin wood like they own the floor
脚踢木板，像他们是这屋的主人。
Kick it harder Kick it down
“踢狠点！踢烂它！”
My dad’ s name echoing through the town
我爸的名字在街上传荡。
I hide clench fists wish I could bark
我躲着，握紧拳头，恨自己不会吠，
a child dog phantom in the after dark
像一只幽灵小狗，在夜色里作废。
Next time I’ ll grow fangs of steel
下次——我要长出钢铁的獠牙，
let my howl sign every unpaid bill
让我的嚎叫签在每一张欠单下。
Now the car’ s gone melted to dust
如今小车没了，化为尘与铁锈，
the batteries dead the dream turned rust
电池死去，梦也生锈。
But every screw I find in the street at night
但每当夜里我在街角捡起一颗螺丝，
still hums that childhood
它还在嗡嗡唱着童年的旋律：
CIA CIA
C·I·A，C·I·A，
Cold Iron Angel
冷铁天使啊，
Come back and play
回来一起玩吧。
CIA CIA
C·I·A，C·I·A，
Cold Iron Angel
冷铁天使啊，
Come back and play
回来一起玩吧。

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