Hit the Target Songtext
von Theo Katzman

Six feet of flesh and bones and sex and clothes and
Toes and legs and breasts and eggs and toast and coffee
Black and tan
This woman, man my heart is in the throes
It falls so fast into the trash and there she goes

There she goes
There she goes

Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist
You can′t just hit yourself in the head
You have to hit the target instead

Six years of bouncing round the room for patience
Wanes and waxes likes and follow-backs just ain't the same
As guts and glory, songs and stories by the flame
The time is up, the blood is boiling in my veins


In my veins
In my veins

Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist
You can′t just hit yourself in the head
You have to hit the target instead
Hit the target instead
Oh, the target instead
Hit the target instead

Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist
You can't just hit yourself in the head

Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist
You can't just hit yourself in the head
You have to hit the target instead