The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
to get it on.
The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to get out of his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the "latest rage"
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
evil, Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
The boy's purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation
And his glass jaw opens
Like a puppet head
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
evil, Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
evil, Kill your god, Kill your TV

Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know Im just dirt

Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know Im just dirt

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When were dead,
Theyll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When were dead,
Theyll know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that Im forever dirt

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that Im forever dirt

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When were dead,
Theyll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When were dead,
Theyll know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

Restless people from the sick city
Burned their homes down to make the sky look pretty
What can I do I'm just a person
This is the line that we always seem to hear
You just sit
Things get worse and
Watch TV and drink your beer
Walkin' all alone
Not goin' anywhere
Walkin' all alone
Nobody seems to care
Restless as the wind
This town is killin' me
Got to put an end
To this restless misery
I'm Just one of those restless people
Can never seem to be satisfied with livin'
In the sick old sick sick sick old sick city
It may be too late for me to say goodbye
And it may be too late
To watch the sick old city die
Goin' on the road
Yeah I'm gonna try to say
Sick city so long goodbye and die

I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life baby
"We're white and oh so hetero
And our sex is missionary"
Norm life baby
"We're quitters and we're sober
Our confessions will be televised"
You and I are underdosed
And we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid
Taught to be nothing at all
CHORUS
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life baby
"Our god is white and unforgiving
We're piss tested and we're praying"
Norm life baby
"I'm just a sample of a soul
Made to look just like a human being"
Norm life baby
"We're rehabbed and we're ready
For our 15 minutes of shame"
Norm life baby
"We're talkshown and we're pointing
Just like christians at a suicide"
You and I are underdosed
And we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid
Taught to be nothing at all
CHORUS
"There's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope
And we're feeling fine

We are damned and we are dead
All gods children to be sent
To our perfect place in the sun
And in the dirt

Theres a windshield in my heart
We are bugs so smeared and scarred
And could you stop the meat from thinking
Before I swallow all of it,
Could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me
Your dying god

Angels with needles
Poked through our eyes
Let the ugly light
Of the world in
We were no longer blind
We were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me
Your dying god

Now we hold the ugly head
The mary-whore is at the bed
Theyve cast the shadow of our perfect death
In the sun and in the dirt.

اما پی حرفش را گرفت و گفت:زندگی یکنواختی دارم.من مرغ ها رو شکار میکنم آدما مرا.همه مرغها عین همند.همه ی آدمها هم عین همنند.اما اگر تو منو اهلی کنی آن وقت صدای پایی را میشناسم که با هر صدای پای دیگر فرق دارد....پس وقتی اهلیم کردی محشر میشود گندم که طلایی است مرا به یاد تو میاندازد چون موهات رنگ طلاست.خاموش شد و مدتی شهریار کوچولو رو نگاه کرد و گفت:اگر دلت میخواهد منو اهلی کن!

-دلم که خیلی میخواهد اما وقت چندانی ندارم باید برم دوستانی پیدا کنم و از کلی چیزا سر در آرم.

-آدم فقط از چیزایی که اهلی میکنه میتونه سر در بیاره.همه چیزو از مغازه ها آماده میخرن اما چون مغازه ای نیست دوست معامله کنه آدما ماندن بی دوست...تو اگر دوست میخواهی منو اهلی کن.

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حوصله کن.اولش یه خورده دورتر از من میگیری اینجوری میونه علفا میشینی من زیر چشمی نگات میکنم تو هم لام تا کام حرف نمیزنی .چون تقصیر همه سوءتفاهم ها زیر سر زبان است.عوضش میتونی هر روز یه خورده نزدیک تر بشینی.

                                                                 بر گرفته از اثر جاودانه آنتوان دوسن اگزوپه ری

                                                                                       شهریار کوچولو

                                                                             به ترجمه جاودانه احمد شاملو

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