What is so wrong about robbing the poor
You put hope in their bellies
And your manifesto through their front door
You inherited tough love, a belligerent kind
You were the platinum infant so it must be difficult
To be the golden child

While your friends kill themselves from living too hard
Do you really want to sit, sing and play your guitars
To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts

You play in the places that humanity hates
They're claustrophobically spacious
They're specially designed to raise the heart-rate
And then like a prophet with improbable poise
You're propping up little people
You'd probably drop them in a second for the big boys

While your friends sit around and discuss their hang-ups
And your contemporaries have to piss into cups
And confess that it's their powerlessness that corrupts
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend
Life in the enclosure isn't all that bad
I'm using muscles that I didn't even know I had
Finally I've found somebody just like me
I need to reassess whether I like myself
Solitude is my enemy and my best friend

While your friends kill themselves from living too hard
Do you really want to sit, sing and play your guitars
To a society of card-carrying bleeding hearts

翻译：陈天笑