Target Songtext
von Simon Joyner

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

And 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
The seaman's bones sure 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 so long

And ugly, and ugly
And ugly

You can′t remember why you ever put
Flowers between the pages of your favorite books
But 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 out something

When it burns, when it burns
When it burns