Текст песни Taco Day (Jean Grae) с переводом

This is Nancy Chin with a WPTF special news brief:

There’s been another brutal school shooting, this time at Melon Bayside High.

Mike did you catch that? We have no number of the wounded or dead,

but we have a positive idea of the shooter. Her name is Rebecca Gates Scott,

a 16-year-old junior. She’s been positively identified. There’s been no motive

released, as of yet, but Miss Scott is in police custody. Please stay tuned

throughout the day as we uncover this unfortunate incident, and try to get to

the bottom of it, this recent violent epidemic

You can call me Becky, I’m 16, the Melon Bay junior prom queen

This year I made the dean’s list and go study with the captain of the team

Yes, I’m the most popular girl around, okay, the most popular girl in town

I’m not conceited, I swear, when I won at the dance, I didn’t even wear the

crown

I’m really sweet, after school in the week I tutor kids in science and math

And everyone in my class has gone back and taken a test and passed

I live with my little sister and grandfather, and mom and dad, of course

They’ve been together for 25 years, and never dreamed of a divorce

My mom’s a doctor, she’s hardly ever home, my dad’s an investment broker

My grandpa, he’s a war vet, heavy drinker, heavy smoker

Mommy tries to get him to quit, but he just laughs her off

Says if those damn Japs couldn’t kill him, he’s not worried about death and

coughs

My sister Rose is 10, she’s the thing that makes my daddy smile

Sweeter than cherry pie, blonde, with deep blueberry eyes

A little me, we’re really close, she has a room that’s full of toys

And hates 98 degrees and NSYNC, but loves the Backstreet Boys

And I would kill for her, I mean I would do whatever it took to keep her safe

Innocent and far from harm that’s threatening in any place

Even if it’s home

I hate leaving her alone, she cries at night

Sometimes I’m afraid I might that I might do something

Lose control and abuse something, cause Daddy’s hugs are too tight

And Rose grows throwing black and blue bruises on her wrists

Like where I slit mine, I mean the time I fell and cut my arms a bit

I’m rambling on, you don’t understand, nobody does

Sometimes when I’m alone I squeeze my nails in my hand hard enough to draw blood

Stop the talking, I’m not crazy, it’s probably just from when I had braces

And when I lay in bed at night, I’d pick up radio stations

And they used to tease me, call me names and stuff

But that’s just kids, I used to be mad about it

But that was then, now I’m grown, forget about it

Now I’m picture perfect, pretty, prissy, painted and deserve it

And pity those that hurt me, I lay the law, guilty verdict

This is Trevor Michaels filling in for Nancy Chin

I’m here with detective Lapowski

Detective, can you give us any information on Miss Scott

Any gang affiliation, member of militia or cult?

We can’t give any, information right now

All we can say is that she’s in custody and we’re attending to the injured

Has she said anything revealing why she did this?

Like I said, stated before, Trevor, we can’t give anything right now

Officer Mangles, you’re trudging jelly over the scene

Oh my God, Sasha, did you see what she was wearing?

I know! Eww…

I hear them talking about me, they think I don’t, but I know what they’re saying

They think I can’t hear them when I’m walking past, they stop and smile and chat

But all the while they’re plotting behind my back, all my friends,

even the teachers

Even when I’m cheering, I can hear them whispering way up in the bleachers

They think I’m ugly, they’re still calling me names, they think that it’s funny

They think I’m nothing without money, think I’m anorexic and hungry

Even my best friend, I hate them all, they’re all plotting against me

Trying to convince me that nothing’s wrong, but the whole world’s against me,

I know it

The principal called me in the office to talk about the dean’s list

And then he backed me into the door

And made me touch his penis and called me a whore

And he said if I told, he’d do everything in his power

To keep me from graduating 'til I was old, been on two rolls so he’d deflower

And Daddy doesn’t come into my room at night, since Rose was about six

I guess I miss the times he used to visit me, you think that I’m sick?

Well I don’t care, and Mommy knew, she wanted to join in the fun

But ever since my little sister was born, they made her number one

And Grandpa makes me hold his thing, and put my mouth on it

So, ever since I can remember, I’ve never told anyone about it

But I’ve got a plan, and I don’t care who thinks it’s wrong

If you were me, what would you do? Play it along 'til now?

Tell me, would you?

Hello, this is Fred Andrews, and you’re watching Middle America’s School Forum.

I’m here with Timmy Andrews, a sophomore, who attends Melon Bayside High.

Hello, Timmy

Hey, how you doin'? How you doin'?

Very good, welcome to the show. Timmy, could you tell us anything about Miss

Scott? You know, we’re trying to get to the bottom of why she would do such a

thing. What can you tell me about her? Have you seen her in school?

I mean, actually, she seemed like a very popular girl, and I never would’ve

expected none of this to happen. I mean it was just a shocking thing for me to

see and witness actually. I mean I’m like… befounded

Earlier in the school year, did she ever mention that she was gonna come to

school and just, shoot people? Did she ever say, «Hey, I hate it here,» «I hate you people»? Did you ever get that kind of vibe from Miss Scott?

No, not at all. She actually seemed very happy with what was going on in school.

I mean, she did a lot of tutoring and things like that nature and everything.

So, this was something you actually never would have expected. I mean it’s

just very shocking to see such things happen at this moment

Yeah, we’re also here with Calvin Jackson. Mr. Jackson, can you give us any

insight as to what’s going on?

Well, Fred, this is some bullshit. Frankly, I think that America needs to stop

raising our children, and you should be allowed to beat your kids.

Then shit like this would not happen

This morning, I got up, walked to the bathroom, grabbed the scissors and stared

in the mirror

And started cutting 'til there was almost nothing left

Hair falling in chunks, and picked up a blunt razor and passed it once

Starting at the back of my neck, I moved it slowly forward to the front

A reverse bizarre Taxi Driver with blood dripping in my eyes

I looked and laughed loud, mommy heard it, walked by the door and passed out

I grabbed the bitch by her feet, closed the door and tied her to the bed

Stripped her, gagged her mouth and jumped to the top, pulled the razor back and

ripped her fucking throat open

Watched her choke and soaked in blood, I headed downstairs

To the kitchen, grabbed Rose by the hair and slit her with Daddy standing there

He tried to tackle me, so I jabbed him in the abdomen

Then I jumped, flipped, turned and stabbed him in the back again

And when he fell to the floor I stopped, heard a loud bang and a cough

I walked in the living room, and Grandpa stood, gripping a sawed-off

So I thought quick and dropped to my knees and started crying

And screaming «Why» and «I'm sorry» and «What have I done» and all sorts of

emotional lying

He dropped the gun and ran to me, shaking and screaming

I tried to free myself and go for the gun, but his grip just wouldn’t let me

«Grandpa, call the police, I think Rose is still breathing, please»

He let go, ran to the kitchen, I ran to get hold of the piece

I picked it up, cocked it back and blew off both of his knees

Left him laying in the hall bleeding to death and I snatched the car keys

Oh God. Okay. What have I done? All right. I didn’t do anything wrong.

They deserved it. They got what was coming to them, and it’s not me,

I’m not crazy, I’m not hearing voices, no no no. It’s--

It’s what was supposed to happen, now I’m just going to go to school and--

You know what? No, never mind! Cause everything I’m doing is right and they’re

supposed to die, and it’s them, they did it to me first. And, it’s because,

I’m a good person. I am cause I’m good enough and I’m smart enough and--

And people like me… no they don’t, yes they do, no they don’t, yes they--

Okay, all right. I’m just going to get to school, and I’ll work everything out

Pulled up in the school parking lot, just me, destiny, and a shotgun riding

Perfect timing, assembly in the cafeteria for joy of creative writing

I walked up to the front doors, blew them open, started aiming and blasting

Stood frozen in the main hall, afterward smoke rising, sounds of screaming and

gasping

Rang everywhere, I ran into the west wing stairs, laughing

And through the gym, stopped to reload, pulled out Grandpa’s favorite flask and

Took a hit of gin, then raised the gun up and blasted once yelling, «Finally»,

it’s time to pay

I heard footsteps, poured the liquor out and turned around to blow the person

away

I kicked the corpse, walked, continued on my course, and heard the cries

Of helpless little victims, let me tell you, they all deserved to die

Walked to the middle of the room and hopped the tables and started letting off

wherever

Setting off the fire alarms and I turned my firearm around and held my finger

tight and pulled the trigger

Wetting the room, watching bodies drop to the floor and quiver

Held my finger tight and pulled the trigger

Bloodbath, there was red everywhere: on the wall, on my hands

On the doors, on the lunch trays, on the posters, on the ceiling fans

I raised the gun up and shot out at the glare of the fluorescent lights

Stopped and smiled wasn’t the fife, it was dark and mayhem, it all serves them

right

Continued shooting until the last shell dropped

Then I hopped off the table and stood in the middle of the room

Leaned back and admired the view

It was like a sunset in Hell

This is the police

On the count of three, we’re going to bust in

1, 2, 3, here we go!