Lyrics:

Here come a man from the starsWe don't know why he go so farAnd keep on marching alongBeatin' his drumClubs and st
icks and bats and ballsFor nuclear dicks with their dialect drawlsThey come from a parking lot townWith nothing left in the
sunDon't make me a targetDon't make me a targetWhen he reach back in his mindFeels like he's breaking the lawThere's som
ething back there he gotThat nobody knowsHe never claimed to say what he saysHe smells like insides of closets upstairsThe
kind where nobody goesDon't make me a targetDon't make me a targetNo, don't make me a targetDon't make me a targetDon't
make me a targetNo, don't make me a targetDon't make me a targetDon't make me a targetNo, don't make me a targetDon't ma
ke me a targetNo, don't make me a target