Fish:Moving Targets

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“Moving Targets”
Artist: Fish
Albums: Field of Crows (2003)
Bouillabaisse (2005)

Oily river, running deep
Dirty water racing through the city streets
Swollen gutters, summer storms
Walking wounded stand to in another dawn
Marching in silence one eye on the time
One eye on the madness around them
They don't know they're blind
His mind on the trigger
He picks up a magazine
Exits the underground and enters the scene

And checks out the world and all the moving targets
Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets

Locked and loaded, safety off
Checks his bearings on the ground before taking off
Middle distance, draws a bead
Allowing a margin for error he takes a lead
He's out in the open he's out on his own
So far from his family
So far from home
He came out of his hiding came out of the trees
He blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields

Only to find he'd become a moving target
He walked out in the world and became a moving target
Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target

Holding a breath still in his lungs
He steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun
His sights set on the world his heartbeat slows
His pulse marking the time
He senses the pressure of a moment
He clears his mind
He calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream
Of moving targets

Rolling numbers, rolling bones
Lucky ladies he takes them out and takes them down
Collecting trophies, hunting game
No remorse as they've only got themselves to blame
Bleeding heart innocents running in herds
The weak and the woeful get what they deserve
There's no room for pity, no space for guilt
In this murderous city it's kill or be killed

When you're running the field you become a moving target
When you start making marks you become a moving target
You take your first step in the world and become a moving target
When you walk in the world you become a moving target

Wandering shopping malls, moving targets
In high school assembly halls, moving targets
At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets
In high streets and supermarts, moving targets

Moving targets
No place to hide
There's no place to hide

No place to hide
Panic panic panic
Panic panic panic
There's no place to hide