You got to be crazy, you have a real need You sleep on your toes and when you're on the streets You be able to pick out the easy meat your eyes closed Then moving in silently, down and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without
And a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie and the handshake A look in the eye, an easy smile You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So that when turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the in
You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder You know going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end pack up, fly down south Hide your in the sand Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of
And when you lose control you'll the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood and turns to stone And too late to lose the weight You to need to throw around So have a good drown as you go down all Dragged down by the
I gotta that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used stay awake gotta try and shake off This creeping If I stand my own ground How can I find my way out of this
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just on pretending everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend And it seems to you the to do be to isolate the winner And done under the sun And you at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house of pain? Who was not to spit in the fan? Who was what to do by the man? Who was by trained 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 ground in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was dragged by the stone? Who was down by the stone?