Theo Katzman - Hit The Target lyrics

Six feet to 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
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 backs
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

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

Hit the target instead oh, target instead
Hit the target instead

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
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