Target Lyrics - Fugazi

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 seize the sound you don't need a reservation 

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

The torch is passed 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 sucking sound 

Forced into this conversation 

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

Shut down 

So open, so young, so target, I can smell your heart 

So young, so open, I can smell your heart 

So young, so open, I can smell your heart 

You're a target 

You're a target 

You're a target 

You're a target 

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