Don't Make Me a TargetLyrics
Here come the man from the stars
We don't know why he go so far
And keep on marching along
Beating his drum
Thugs and sticks and bats and balls
For nuclear dicks with dialect drawls
They come from a parking lot town
Where nothing lives in the Sun
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
When you reach back in his mind
Feels like he's breaking the law
There's something back there he got
That nobody knows
He never claimed to say what he says
He smells like the inside of closets and stairs
The kind where nobody goes
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
Writer(s): BRITT DANIEL
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Don't Make Me a Target?
Quite intellectual, undeground heroes or world-acclaimed band, I don't know what Spoon's place on the music map is. As afar as "Don't Make Me a Target" lyrics goes, they go from outer space to people's perception, when I think it's about sharing experiences via talking on table while clinking glasses...
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