I would rather go mad, gone down the track to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border... rather jar my body down the road, crying by a diner in the Western sun;
我宁愿失去理智 沿着轨道流浪至墨西哥 带着血管中淌着的海洛因