Don’t Make Me a Target Spoon

[Verse 1]
Here come the man from the Star
We don't know why he go so far
And keep on marching along
Beating his drum
Thugs 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

[Chorus]
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target

[Verse 2]
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 upstairs
The kind where nobody goes

[Chorus]
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