切尔西的灼伤
I was running out of trouble
我麻烦不断
You were running out of fame
你名声斐然
Streets smelled like the desert
As they were putting out the flames
当他们扑灭火焰
街道散发着荒凉的气味
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet
而切尔西的灼伤
切尔西的灼伤归咎于我
Twenty-third was empty
西23街空空如也
I heard somebody yell
我听见有人在呼喊
A straight-laced passerby’s