It's not hard to visualize That person being completely vaporized With daily bread comes daily sacrifice And you're waiting for the lightning From the silent violent sky And your feet are wet You can't forget: You're a target, you're a target You're a target It's not difficult to picture Seven long and unlucky years The seaman's bones sure hide Some shaking nerves And leave you swinging at the mirror With a pair of silver scissors Swinging at the mirror with a pair of silver scissors Because it hurts to belong to a face so long And ugly, and ugly And ugly You can't remember why you ever put Flowers between the pages of your favorite books But you don't read any more, so you know They're gone for good And you might never really learn The law of diminishing returns You're smart enough to spit out something When it burns, when it burns When it burns