¡Son Turistas! - Thomas, Carl & Lenin Lyrics

Everyone
Everyone
Everyone is

Moving targets
Moving targets
Moving targets

And the sky is lilac
And you didn't know the clouds could turn so fluffy
And your marksmanship is shitty
But you're killing everyone

And the house is a brownstone
And Thomas, Carl, and Lenin have a single thing in common
They sure spent some minutes
Standing on his grave

Moving targets
Moving targets
Moving targets

And the man is a shipwreck
He kicks the empty bottles 'round his room
As he is searching for his rifle
In frustrated agony

And the town is a shithole
Cause in the early nineties all the industries had moved
And now there's no-one telling them what they're to do
What they ought to do

And the town is a shithole
And the man is a shipwreck
And the house is a brownstone
And the sky is lilac