The Target from Ghosts by visiting aliens

The Target

Stickmen cast the barest shadows
But Jimmy Black can track the barest line
A good fellah on your side
Run run .. no place to hide


Fat men, blots on the horizon
Gathering just like a swarm of flies
Can catch a fellah like a bushfire
Run run.. no place to hide

I say I'm sorry, I have no choice
I can do nothing, just lend my voice
To both sides of the coin
Sitting on the fence… am I the target?
Run run

Young men dark and full of anger
Want to hit it back
Want to fight the fire with fire
Old fellah say you can't win
But you've burnt your fingers on the system
Now your fists must become
The drum to beat on the system
Run run.. no place to hide

Whipping boy in Redfern, curiously white
I know I did no wrong, I don't know if you were right
But I know I did no wrong
Sitting on the fence… am I the target?

When should I stand up? I know it must be the time
To sleep or sacrifice or fall back into line
Or will I turn my back and turn as cold as atropine
Or will I leave your dreams behind?
On the wrong side of the right
With no place to hide
Am I the target?

Run run

Music & Lyrics Michael Bates

• Alternative
• alternative
• alternative rock
• country
• folk
• indie
• pop
• rhythm and blues
• rock
• soul
• Sydney