Tytuł: Target

• Wykonawca: Fugazi
• Wyświetleń: 500

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