Perfect target

Meet up on north side
West of the common line
See up the right skirt
Your wallet will make it right

I want to get a moment of pleasure out of
The fact that I'm in the middle of it
Come off with your policy of economics
Collect your loss but I'm selling buy it

Anywhere
Could be there
I'd be leaving
But I love

Craning my neck high
To witness other sails
Too wet to make gains
Too dry to leap again

How long 'til we can assassinate the sun?
And live under the moon staring at it
The stars taking pictures as we rest our legs
And plan a trip
You look sentimental

How awful that this makes me sick
Can't compose
Say I would try and get this fixed
Instead

Diet of soft words
Spoken with sharp tongues
Crumbled with culture
Only demography

I want to get a moment of pleasure out of
The fact that I'm in the middle of it
Come off with your policy of economics
Collect your loss but I'm selling buy it

This is a celebration
This is a celebration
If all else fails
If all else fails

How awful that this makes me sick
Can't compose
Say I would try and get this fixed
Instead

And the cranes that lift
Doing battle with
Iconography
This city's own