You got to be crazy, you gotta have a need You gotta sleep on your toes and when on the streets You gotta be to pick out the easy meat your eyes closed Then moving in silently, down wind and out of You gotta strike the moment is right without thinking
And a while, you can work on points for style the club tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, an easy You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So that when they turn backs on you You'll get the chance to put the in
You gotta keep one eye looking over shoulder You know it's going to get Harder, harder as you get And in the end pack up, fly down south Hide your in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and to stone And it's too late to lose the You used to need to around So have a good drown as you go all alone Dragged by the stone
I admit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used Gotta awake gotta try and shake off This malaise If I don't my own ground How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just on pretending That everyone's and no one has a real friend And it seems to you the to do be to isolate the winner And done under the sun And you believe at heart, a killer
Who was born in a house full of Who was trained not to in the fan? Who was told to do by the man? Who was broken by personnel? Who was with collar and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was away from the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was ground down in the Who was dead on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was dragged by the stone?