Lyrics

CLAY PIGEON

VERSE:
The clock is ticking
Waiting motionless above the ground
Potential energy
Tension waiting for the telltale sound
Soaring skyward
Relishing the freedom you have found
But you?ll end up falling down

CHORUS:
Clay pigeon, your mind?s a shotgun, pull
Clay pigeon, your mind?s a shotgun, pull

VERSE:
Autumn crispness
Chill offsets the smell of powder burns
Through the daylight
Machinelike you cock and train and turn
Cones of buckshot
Searching out the target as you learn
In pieces you?ll return

CHORUS:
Clay pigeon, your mind?s a shotgun, pull
Clay pigeon, your mind?s a shotgun, pull

VERSE:
As the sun sets
Can you find the fragments at the end
Rubber cement
And paper bags the effect you intend
Just hide the hairlines
And wait until the morning comes my friend
When we?ll begin again

CHORUS:
Clay pigeon, your mind?s a shotgun, pull
Clay pigeon, your mind?s a shotgun, pull