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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 Send " The Target" Ringtone to your Cell