Dri The Target 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