You got to be crazy, you have a real need You gotta on your toes and when you're on the streets You be able to pick out the easy meat With your closed Then moving in silently, down and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right thinking
And after a while, you can on points for style Like the club tie and the firm A certain look in the eye, an easy You to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their on you You'll get the to put the knife in
You gotta one eye looking over your shoulder You know going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll pack up, fly south Hide head in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the harvest you sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to And it's too late to lose the You used to need to around So have a good drown as you go down all Dragged down by the
I gotta that I'm a little bit confused it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta awake gotta try and shake off creeping malaise If I don't stand my own How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a friend And it seems to you the to do Would be to the winner And done under the sun And you believe at heart, everyone's a
Who was born in a house of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the 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 dragged by the stone? Who was down by the stone?