Ah, but to play man number one,

哈，但是请弹奏头号人物，

To drive the dagger in his heart,

将匕首刺进他的心，

To lay his brain upon the board

将他的大脑搁在木板上

And pick the acrid colors out,

挑出辛辣的颜色，

To nail his thought across the door,

将他的思想钉在门上，

Its wings spread wide to rain and snow,

让它的翅膀伸及雨和雪，

To strike his living hi and ho,

敲击他的生活，嗨，嚯，

To tick it, tock it, turn it true,

让它滴答走动，让它变为真实，

To bang from it a savage blue,

砰砰地撞击它，在一种野蛮的蓝色上，

Jangling the metal of the strings

激响弦的金属……