Songtext von Target

It's not hard to visualize That person [they can really vaporize?]. With daily bread comes daily sacrifice. And you're waiting for the lightning From that silent violent sky, And your feet are wet, You cant forget: You're a target, you're a target You're a target. It's not difficult to picture Sudden long and lucky years. The seaman's bones should hide Some shaking nerves, And leave you swinging at the mirror With a pair of silver scissors Swinging at the mirror with a pair of silver scissors. Because it hurts to belong to a face long. And I'm ugly. I'm ugly. I'm ugly. You can't remember why you ever Put flowers between the pages of your favoirte books. You don't read any more, 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 up something, And it burns, and it burns. And it burns.