The Target lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics The Target lyrics Somewhere, Out Past Nowhere I Was Born In The Middle Of An Air Raid Since I Hit The Dirt, I Was On The Run The Son Of A Gun And A Switchblade Got My Uzi Lying On My Bed Stand I Made Napalm In My Sink Pipe-Bomb In My Pants Pocket I Just Put Cyanide In Your Drink Mic Stand s Always At My Side Jack-Knife In My Boot Fully Automatic Machine-Gun Is Loaded And Ready To Shoot I Strayed Off The Beaten Path Now There s No Place To Hide My Sadness And My Wrath Contemplated Suicide Somewhere, Out Past Nowhere I Lost My Way No Money To Pay My Fare The Driver Drove Away I Remember Sunny Winter Sundays Spent Shooting At The Sun With My Bb-Gun Thinking, "This Is The Way That Life Should Be Some Birds, Some Bbs, My Gun And Me." But That Isn t The Way That Life Should Be This Is The Way That Life Should Be Guitars, Drums, A Mic And Me The Band, Some Roadies, Electricity Blasting Forth With A Million Watts Of Power The Weak Get Sick And The Timid All Cower Cause We re Like A Gun And We re Taking Aim Out Music s The Bullet, The Target Is Your Brain The Guitar, Like A Laser, Cuts Through Your Head You Drop To Your Knees And Wish You Were Dead Than I Grab The Mic And I Start To Shout Your Ear-Drums Burst And Your Brains Drain Out When The Bass Kicks In, Your Bones Are Crushed Your Eyes Roll Back As You Get A Rush Then The Drums Pound You Right Into The Floor Now You re Rotten To The Core Lyrics: Brecht song lyrics