You got to be crazy, you have a real need You sleep on your toes and when you're on the streets You gotta be able to pick out the easy With eyes closed Then moving in silently, down 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 tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, an smile You have to be by the people that you lie to So that they turn 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 pack up, fly down south your head in the sand Just another sad old man, all alone and of cancer
And you lose control you'll reap the harvest 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 need to throw So have a drown as you go down all alone down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just used Gotta stay gotta try and shake off This malaise If I stand my own ground How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you keep on pretending everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend And it seems to you the to do Would be to isolate the 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 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 from the Who was only a at home? Who was ground down in the Who was found on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was dragged down by the