Simon Joyner - Target Lyrics

It's not hard to visualizeThat person being completely vaporizedWith daily bread comes daily sacrificeAnd you're waiting for the lightningFrom the silent violent skyAnd your feet are wetYou can't forget:You're a target, you're a targetYou're a targetIt's not difficult to pictureSeven long and unlucky yearsThe seaman's bones sure hideSome shaking nervesAnd leave you swinging at the mirrorWith a pair of silver scissorsSwinging at the mirror with a pair of silver scissorsBecause it hurts to belong to a face so longAnd ugly, and uglyAnd uglyYou can't remember why you ever putFlowers between the pages of your favorite booksBut you don't read any more, so you knowThey're gone for goodAnd you might never really learnThe law of diminishing returnsYou're smart enough to spit out somethingWhen it burns, when it burnsWhen it burns