You got to be crazy, you gotta a real need You gotta on your toes and when you're on the streets You gotta be able to pick out the meat With your closed Then moving in silently, wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right thinking
And after a while, you can on points for style the club tie and the firm handshake A certain in the eye, an easy smile You to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the in
You gotta keep one eye looking your shoulder You know it's going to get Harder, as you get older And in the end you'll pack up, fly down Hide your head in the 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 grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to the weight You to need to throw around So have a good drown as you go down all down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a bit confused Sometimes it to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake try and shake off creeping malaise If I stand my own ground How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on That everyone's expendable and no one has a real And it to you the thing to do be to isolate the winner And everything's done the sun And you believe at heart, everyone's a
Who was in a house full of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the Who was what to do by the man? Who was broken by personnel? Who was fitted with and chain? Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking from the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was ground down in the Who was found on the phone? Who was dragged down by the Who was down by the stone?