Moving Targets
Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the
city streets,
swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand
to in another dawn,
Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the
madness around them,
They don't know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and enters the scene
And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets
Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead,
He's out in the open he's out on his own, so far from his
family, so far from his home,
He came out of his hiding came out of the trees,
he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields,
Only to find he'd become a moving target,
He walked out in the world and became a moving target,
Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target.
Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on
the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the
moment he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of
moving targets.
Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them
out and takes them down,
Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they've
only got themselves to blame,
Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and
the woeful get what they deserve,
There's no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this
murderous city it's kill or be killed,
When you're running the field you become a moving
target,
When you start making marks you become a moving
target,
You took your first step in the world and became a moving
target,
When you walk in the world you're a moving target,
Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls, moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets and super marts, moving targets, There's no place to hide!
city streets,
swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand
to in another dawn,
Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the
madness around them,
They don't know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and enters the scene
And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets
Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead,
He's out in the open he's out on his own, so far from his
family, so far from his home,
He came out of his hiding came out of the trees,
he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields,
Only to find he'd become a moving target,
He walked out in the world and became a moving target,
Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target.
Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on
the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the
moment he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of
moving targets.
Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them
out and takes them down,
Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they've
only got themselves to blame,
Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and
the woeful get what they deserve,
There's no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this
murderous city it's kill or be killed,
When you're running the field you become a moving
target,
When you start making marks you become a moving
target,
You took your first step in the world and became a moving
target,
When you walk in the world you're a moving target,
Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls, moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets and super marts, moving targets, There's no place to hide!
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce William Watson
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Uncle Fish And The Crypt Creepers (Dusseldorf Phillipshalle 7/12/91) [Live]
- Pigpen's Birthday (Hammersmith Odeon 2/4/90) (Live)
- Internal Exile (Demos)
- Vigil In A Wilderness Of Mirrors (Live Recordings)
- Internal Exile (Studio & Live Recordings)
- For Whom The Bells Toll! (Edinburgh Playhouse New Year's Eve 1991) [live]
- Vigil In A Wilderness Of Mirrors (Demos)
- Derek Dick And His Amazing Electric Bear (Haddington Corn Exchange 3/11/91) [Live]
- Something In The Air (2024 Remix)
- Clutching At Stars Live in The USA 2008
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