The Bullet

Line of limousines leaves one by one
送葬的豪華轎車接連著相繼離開
The prayers been prayed
所有我們念出的禱告詞
The hymns been sung
我們輕輕唱起的讚歌
Black mascaras already run
黑色睫毛膏已經哭花
But the tears keep flowing
而我依舊淚流不止
You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns,
你可以將之歸咎於仇恨或槍火
but mamas aint supposed to bury their sons
但任何母親都不應親手埋葬自己的孩子
Left a hole in her heart and it still aint done
這在她的心中留下永久的空洞但還沒完
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈依舊在空氣中呼嘯而過
Through every branch of his family tree
擊垮了他家裡一代又一代勇敢的人
Every birthday that hell never see
每年生日他都不會親眼見到了
Every chance to live a good life that was stolen
所有享受美好生活的機會都被偷走
Through the son hell never get to raise
連自己的兒子都沒辦法養育成人
His daughter on her wedding day
自己也等不到女兒結婚的那一天
Wishin it was his hands she was holdin
儘管他如此希望能親手將女兒託付給別人
Till every heart thats left to break is broken
直到所有的心都受到傷害
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈都會在空氣中呼嘯而過
The grass grows back around the stone
他的碑石旁長滿了青草
And friends stop checkin in on the phone
朋友們逐漸將他淡忘
The camera crews have all moved on
鏡頭的焦點也從他身上移開
But the wounds still open
但家人的悲痛宛若新創
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈依舊在空氣中呼嘯而過
Through every branch of his family tree
擊垮了他家裡一代又一代勇敢的人
Every birthday that hell never see
每年生日他都不會親眼見到了
Every chance to live a good life that was stolen
所有享受美好生活的機會都被偷走
Through the son hell never get to raise
連自己的兒子都沒辦法養育成人
His daughter on her wedding day
自己也等不到女兒結婚的那一天
Wishin it was his hands she was holdin
儘管他如此希望能親手將女兒託付給別人
Till every heart thats left to break is broken
直到所有的心都受到傷害
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈都會在空氣中呼嘯而過
Oh, whoa
Line of limousines leaving one by one
送葬的豪華轎車接連著相繼離開
The prayers been prayed
所有我們念出的禱告詞
The hymns been sung
我們輕輕唱起的讚歌
Oh, mamas aint supposed to bury their sons
任何母親都不應親手埋葬自己的孩子
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈依舊在空氣中呼嘯而過
Through the son hell never get to raise
連自己的兒子都沒辦法養育成人
His daughter on her wedding day
自己也等不到女兒結婚的那一天
Wishin it was his hands she was holdin
儘管他如此希望能親手將女兒託付給別人
Till every heart thats left to break is broken
直到所有的心都受到傷害
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈都會在空氣中呼嘯而過
The bullet keeps on goin
子彈都會在空氣中呼嘯而過