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 out the easy meat With your closed Then moving in silently, down wind and out of You gotta strike when the moment is 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 smile You to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they their backs on you get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder You know it's going to get Harder, as you get older And in the end you'll up, fly down south Hide your head in the Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you 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 need to throw So a good drown as you go down all alone Dragged down by the
I gotta admit I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used Gotta stay awake gotta try and off creeping malaise If I don't stand my own How can I find my way out of this
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on That everyone's expendable and no one has a real 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 house full of Who was trained not to in the fan? Who was what 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 breaking away the pack? Who was only a stranger at Who was ground in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was down by the stone? Who was down by the stone?