翻訳: ジュリアンクレール. Faillite（最初のナショナルシティー銀行ブルース）.
: What gives words the power to change their intended .. content? And who said our last silver dollar already has been spent? I roam alone through rooms
: What was it that ever drew me to you, In the first place? Because the girl I was introduced to, had a kind face I'd always imagined, she was a beacon
: A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice I've got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is my first choice Anyhow it's up to me
: How would you mind if I moved in next door to you? And then would you mind if I held up your door for you? And maybe in time I could knock on your
: There's a peg on the line It is hanging on to clothes There's a grape on the vine So here the story goes I'm a peg on that line And I am holding
: Stay friends with the ground crew Like friends that you once knew Don't misplace the trust that you have found Short on time's just a habit Life's
: What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire What is left of
: If what you believe in, is so sacred That you can not love me anymore Then I'm sorry, that your wisdom Won't prepare you for what's in store Because
: I'd like to see the world run by kids And the National Bank is where their treasures are hid Like pieces of paper with invisible ink That collect the
to my brothers in street crime We'd get paid with the use of a sweet rhyme We put our minds together made the tracks clever Now we're checkin' more bank
your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord Bank
I don't go to church because they lying low And the preacher, he be gettin' his shine on But I know my Lord, I am God's own Banks on my hands, tick tick
know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill Uh, Banks
Swiss cheese, nigga Ant Banks you wanna hoe? You wanna bitch? Well, can I get a bitch? (Bitch) Nigga, can I get a bitch? (Bitch) Short, give me a bitch? (Bitch) Banks
, and then rock that cock Back to back like the Oakland Raiders In and out like your crossfaders Makin' people dance all over the floor Lovin that rapper named sir Too Short You got my bank
This is me man I just bust, I don't adjust much To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff On the hush hush, they'll never touch us Dis-a-gust the national
