Don't make me a target

He smells like the inside of closets upstairs
Don't make me a target
Feels like he's breaking the law
And keep on marching along
Don't make me a target
No, don't make me a target
Clubs and sticks and bats and balls

Don't make me a target
He never claimed to say what he says
For nuclear dicks with the dialect drawls
Where nothing lives in the sun
The kind where nobody goes
When you reach back in his mind

Don't make me a target

No, don't make me a target
Beating his drum

They come from a parking lot town
Don't make me a target
That nobody knows

There's something back there he got
No, don't make me a target
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