Lyrics Our Favourite Target - Tiki Taane

Hands overhead,
We're here for the truth.
Commonly said,
We're hopeless fools.
Hands overarms,
With all the good news.
Time to repent,
And just to break,
For an easy target.
All things are said,
This has got to be,
A foolish plan,
A fatal recipe.
Haven't we tried,
To play honestly?
Closely alive,
Our secret target.

Take a little line,
Draw a little line,
Cross the little line
Even when...
You know your time has come.
Make a little line,
Draw a little line,
Cross the little line,
Even when...
You know you're beaten.
Make a little line,
Draw a little line,
Cross the little line,
Your downfall has begun.
Make a little line,
Draw a little line,
Cross the little line,
You know you're done.
Make no mistake.
This was meant to be.
(This was meant to be).
A foolish plan,
A fatal stray,
A fatal strategy.
All things are said,
Still play nicely.
Closely alive,
You are favourite target.
(Repeat top part)

Your downfall has begun.