Lyrics:
and your face is in the frame
I've got you as the target and I'm taking aim
It's in the shooting gallery where liaisons are made
That's where I justify my
of the trains I cuddle on the floor
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up
Rom
pennies,
If we had any.
You'd meet me down,
At the shooting gallery.
Yes I'm a,
Fair ground baby.
Wonder what made me,
Fall for the pearly queen.
Playground for a real war.
Shooting gallery for every fantasy!
The only fantasy – a shooting gallery!
I can't open my eyes
Shooting gallery you won the biggest prize
And then you said, "I think it's time we go home tonight"
I don't mind the fear
and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway rockaway from cullercoats
care take care
I'm a prisoner of love
Just stay square
Just stay square
Stay out the shooting gallery
Just stay square
I seen the best mans
through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rock away rock away from
care take care
I'm a prisoner of love
Just stay square
Just stay square
Stay out the shooting gallery
Just stay square
I seen the best mans
never been touched before
And by your spine I'll bruise your veins and touch your very core
Let my concrete be your red carpet
My shooting galleries
just be careful what you wish for
There's blood stain on the ceiling
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery
Trying to look out
never been touched before
And by your spine I'll bruise your veins and touch your very core
Let my concrete be your red carpet
My shooting galleries
believe in death before poor
Shooting galleries, for a rich man's salary
Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories
I got an order for another
be the place marked X on the map?
Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
So I start to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from
[Chorus]
Last night I went to Hell
The tenement, it smelled
Of the stench of death
The shooting gallery's breath
I saw women and men
Kill
of shimmering moral tension
and venturing the plaza pleasant i saw it all from pixie dust to crepid pins and
voodoo dolls and 99 dreams later the shooting
and prayers are fine. actually they're not fine how bout sensible gun reform motherfuck-ers it's just like the shooting gallery in downtown disneyworld. but you
rappers are merely targets I'm my shooting gallery
We some savage motherfuckers, we the baddest motherfuckers
Yeah, married to the game never had another
It's like I wake up screaming on a sunny day
And I can see no more this sweet illusion
The concrete jungle
The shooting gallery
Over and over again
Can you see their nervous walking
Around the shooting gallery
Today we're out of supplies
Book your own life in the streets
When the withdrawal
yeah!
I sat on the big wheel
And watched my life go round
Spinning on a top
On uneven ground
Hoping for a better way
To win you in the shooting gallery
goodbye
Hoping I could be that guy
Leaving in the morning
Never give a warning as we both wonder why
Shooting galleries and missing me with all your pellets
Shooting for the St…
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