You're not sick
But you might be contagious
No one knows for sure
You can choose
But you have to choose right
They're waiting
You're ahead
But the rules keep on changing
No one knows t'ill when
You can run
But you can't disappear
They're aiming
Sitting ducks
Is what we are
Sitting ducks
You're still free
But the footsteps get loud
Or is it in your mind
There's a pigeon
That's staring at you
And smiling
In a vision you're seeing
A face on both sides of a head
The two mouths
Speak at once
But in different voices
Sitting ducks
Is what we are
Sitting ducks"