You got to be crazy, you have a real need You gotta on your toes and when you're on the streets You gotta be able to pick out the meat your eyes closed Then in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without
And after a while, you can work on for style Like the 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 to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over shoulder You know going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end pack up, fly down south Hide head in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And too late to lose the weight You used to to throw around So have a drown as you go down all alone down by the stone
I gotta admit I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake 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 keep on everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing to do be to isolate the winner And everything's done 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 fitted with collar and Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away the pack? Who was only a stranger at Who was down in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was dragged by the stone? Who was dragged by the stone?