Target Songtext
von Simon Joyner

It′s not hard to visualize
A person being completely vaporized
With daily bread comes daily sacrifice
And you're waiting for the lightning
In the silent, violent sky
You′re waiting for the lightning
In the silent, violent sky

When your feet are wet
You can't forget
You're a target
You′re a target
You′re a target

It's not difficult to picture
Seven long and unlucky years
Those cement bones sure hide
Some shaky nerves


And leave you swinging at the mirror
With a pair of silver scissors
Swinging at the mirror
With a pair of silver scissors
′Cause it hurts to belong
To a face so long

And ugly

And ugly
And ugly

You can't remember why you ever put
Flowers ′tween the pages of your favorite books
You don't read anymore
So you know they′re gone for good

And you might never really learn
The law of diminishing returns
You're smart enough
To spit out something
When it burns

When it burns

When it burns