MOVING TARGETS - DRUM THEATRE

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the
City streets
Swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand
To in another dawn
Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the
Madness around them
They don't know they're blind
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine
Exits the underground and enters the scene
And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets
Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking off
Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead
He's out in the open he's out on his own, so far from his
Family, so far from his home
He came out of his hiding came out of the trees
He blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields
Only to find he'd become a moving target
He walked out in the world and became a moving target
Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target
Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on
The barrel of a loaded gun
His sights set on the world his heartbeat slows
His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the
Moment he clears his mind
He calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of
Moving targets
Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them
Out and takes them down
Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they've
Only got themselves to blame
Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and
The woeful get what they deserve
There's no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this
Murderous city it's kill or be killed
When you're running the field you become a moving
Target
When you start making marks you become a moving
Target
You took your first step in the world and became a moving
Target
When you walk in the world you're a moving target
Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls, moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets and super marts, moving targets, There's no place to hide!