You got to be crazy, you have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and you're on the streets You be able to pick out the easy meat With your closed moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for Like the club tie and the handshake A certain in the eye, an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people you lie to So that when they turn their on you get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking your shoulder You know it's going to get Harder, as you get older And in the end you'll pack up, fly south your head in the sand Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of
And you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and to stone And it's too late to the weight You to need to throw around So a good drown as you go down all alone down by the stone
I admit that I'm a little bit confused it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta awake gotta try and shake off creeping 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 everyone's and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing to do Would be to isolate the And done under the sun And you believe at heart, a killer
Who was born in a house of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the Who was told to do by the man? Who was by trained personnel? Who was with collar and chain? Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away from the Who was only a at home? Who was ground in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was dragged by the stone? Who was dragged down by the