Fugazi Lyrics
"Target"

it's cold outside and my hands are dry skin is cracked
and i realize that i hate the sound of guitars a thousand
grudging young millionaires forcing silence sucking
sound forced into this conversation so i shine let
their planets collide this is the darkening down of
my mind we could be making it oiling like crime we
could be making it staking last dimes if you want to
seize the sound you don't need a reservation the torch
is passed it's yours to return lay at their feet now
use it to burn for marketing the use of the word generation
a false alliance of money persuading forcing silence
sound sucking forced into this conversation now if
you want to seize the sound you don't need a reservation
so open so young so target i can smell your heart you're a target