Here come a 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 their dialect drawls
They come from a parking lot town
With nothing left in the sun
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
When he 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 insides of closets upstairs
The kind where nobody goes
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
No, don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
No, don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
No, don't make me a target
Don't make me a target
No, don't make me a target
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