Fugazi - Target lyrics

rate me

It's cold outside and my hands are dry

Skin is cracked and I realize

That I hate the sound of guitars

A thousand grudging young millionaires

Forcing silence sucking sound

Forced into this conversation

So i say shine let their planets collide

This is the darkening down of my mind

We could be making it oiling like crime

We could be making it staking last dimes

If you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation

The torch is pased it's yours to return

Lay at their feet now use it to burn

For marketing the use of the word generation

A false alliance of money persuading

Forcing silence sound sucking

Forced into this conversation

Now if you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation

So open so young so target I can smell your heart you're a target