Moving Target Lyrics

Even when I cover my ears, I can still see the faces. And even when I shut my eyes, I can still hear the voices. Cuz the walls are speaking to me... cuz the streets are screaming at me. Don't you know... there's a target hanging over my head? And can't you see, my surroundings have been turned against me. How can we be just products of our environment? How can we be... when the products are all we see? Sweet commerce is in the air tonight... and the streets read like a fucking magazine. Turning tricks for the corporate pimps. Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah... Turning tricks for the corporate pimps. Can't stand still on the battlefields. Everyday, those voices speak to you. You swear that you're not listening, but you're doing exactly what they tell you to. An image with a phrase designed to manipulate. Work like slaves just to grease the wheels with a few dollar bills... Turning tricks for the corporate pimps. Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah... Turning tricks for the corporate pimps. Can't stand still on the battlefields. Can't stand still on the battlefields... you know they can't market a moving target. Can't stand still on the battlefields... and you know they can't fuck with this. Can't stand still on the battlefields... Can't stand still on the battlefields