You got to be crazy, you gotta a real need You gotta sleep on your and when you're on the streets You gotta be able to pick out the easy your eyes closed 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 for style Like the club tie and the firm A look in the eye, an easy smile You have to be 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 one eye looking 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 in the sand Just another sad old man, all alone and of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the You used to to throw around So have a drown as you go down all alone Dragged by the stone
I admit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used Gotta stay awake gotta try and off This malaise If I stand my own ground How can I find my way out of this
Deaf, and blind, you just keep on pretending That expendable and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing to do Would be to 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 spit in the Who was told what to do by the Who was broken by trained Who was fitted with collar and Who was a pat on the back?
Who was away from the pack? Who was a stranger at home? Who was ground in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was down by the stone? Who was down by the stone?