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