[00:04.75]Crimes
[00:07.27]The Blood Brothers
[00:11.32]
[00:16.18]超喜欢这丫的暴戾
[00:23.24]There\'s a fire
[00:25.83]on Junk Island where
[00:28.65]they send their garbage
[00:30.93]is anybody listening?
[00:34.27]After work we\'ll watch
[00:36.83]the seagulls diving in
[00:39.47]and out of the lashing towers of flame.
[00:45.03]It twinkles like a pile
[00:47.61]of rotting jewels left
[00:50.26]to bake in the sun.
[00:52.76]Is anybody listening?
[00:56.01]We\'re just like those condom wrappers: used up torn up
[01:04.88]thrown away.
[01:07.19]And we\'re just like yesterday\'s headlines:
[01:12.68]drifting, floating, towards the blaze.
[01:18.22]If we rob the
[01:20.90]liquor store we could
[01:23.71]be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn.
[01:29.01]If we rob the
[01:31.74]mayor\'s mansion
[01:34.66]we could pawn his pawn his modern art and make a fortune.
[01:40.19]If we rob the lonely widow
[01:46.69]we could steal her credit cards
[01:48.17]and buy a cottage by the ocean.
[01:52.82]If we swim to Junk Island we\'ll burn up like the seagulls
[02:00.87]and the whiskey bottles.
[02:14.22]We\'re scrapped valentines.
[02:16.55]We\'re tangerine rinds.
[02:21.11]We\'re crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes. (x4)
[02:57.76]And the children
[03:00.07]in the subway
[03:02.99]eating apple cores.
[03:04.89]Is anybody listening?
[03:08.27]They\'re breathing paint out of plastic bags.
[03:13.30]Their mumbled mouths say:
[03:15.91]\"Is anybody listening?\"