Don't Make Me a Target

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
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 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
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 Don't make me a target
 Don't make me a target
 Don't make me a target
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 Don't make me a target
 Don't make me a target
 Don't make me a target
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 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