The Perfect Target

Meet up on north side
West of the common line
See up the right skirt
Your wallet will make it right
I want to get a moment of pleasure out of
The fact that I’m in the middle of it
Come off with your policy of economics
Collect your loss but I’m selling buy it
Anywhere
Could be there
I’d be leaving
But I love
Craning my neck high
To witness other sails
Too wet to make gains
Too dry to leap again
How long 'til we can assassinate the sun?
And live under the moon staring at it
The stars taking pictures as we rest our legs
And plan a trip, you look sentimental
How awful that this makes me sick, can’t compose
Say I would try and get this fixed instead
Diet of soft words
Spoken with sharp tongues
Crumbled with culture
Only demography
I want to get a moment of pleasure out of
The fact that I’m in the middle of it
Come off with your policy of economics
Collect your loss but I’m selling buy it
This is a celebration
This is a celebration
If all else fails
If all else fails
How awful that this makes me sick, can’t compose
Say I would try and get this fixed instead
And the cranes that lift
Doing battle with
Iconography
This city’s own