Family snapshot
by Peter Gabriel
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The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I´m shooting into the light
Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won´t see me or the gun
Two miles to go, they´re clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I´ve got my radio
I can hear what´s going on
I´ve been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
´Cos I´m alive
They´re coming ´round the corner with the bikers at the front
I´m wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It´s a matter of time
-It´s a matter of will
And the governor´s car is not far behind
He´s not the one I´ve got in mind
´Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
"I don´t really hate you
-I don´t care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don´t get given you learn to take
And I will take you."
Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly
All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There´s my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You´re growing apart
You know that I´m growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I´m shooting into the light
Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won´t see me or the gun
Two miles to go, they´re clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I´ve got my radio
I can hear what´s going on
I´ve been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
´Cos I´m alive
They´re coming ´round the corner with the bikers at the front
I´m wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It´s a matter of time
-It´s a matter of will
And the governor´s car is not far behind
He´s not the one I´ve got in mind
´Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
"I don´t really hate you
-I don´t care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don´t get given you learn to take
And I will take you."
Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly
All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There´s my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You´re growing apart
You know that I´m growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light