Hit the Target (Live in Amsterdam)

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-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