Текст песни Don't Make Me a Target - Spoon
Here
come
the
man
from
the
stars
We
don't
know
why
he
go
so
far
And
keep
on
marching
along
Beatin'
his
drum
Clubs
and
sticks
and
bats
and
balls
For
nuclear
dicks
with
dialect
drawls
They
come
from
a
parking
lot
town
Where
nothing
lives
in
the
sun
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
When
you
reach
back
in
his
mind
Feels
like
he's
breaking
the
law
There's
something
back
there
he
got
That
nobody
knows
He
never
claimed
to
say
what
he
says
He
smells
like
the
inside
of
closets
and
stairs
The
kind
where
nobody
goes
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
Don't
make
me
a
target
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