Hit the Target

Six feet of flesh and bones and Sex and clothes and Toes and legs and Breasts and eggs and Toast and coffee Black and tan, this Woman, man, My heart is in the throes It falls so fast into the trash and there she goes There she goes There she goes Put down the pistol Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend Put down your fist You can't just hit yourself in the head You have to hit the target instead Six years of bouncing round the Room for patience Wanes and waxes Likes and follow-back's just ain't the Same as guts and glory Songs and stories by the flame The time is up, the blood is boiling in my veins In my veins In my veins