You got to be crazy, you gotta have a need You sleep on your toes and when you're on the streets You gotta be able to pick out the meat With your eyes Then moving in silently, down wind and out of You gotta when the moment is right without thinking
And a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie and the 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 You'll get the to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your You know it's going to get Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll pack up, fly south Hide your in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to And it's too to lose the weight You used to need to around So a good drown as you go down all alone Dragged by the stone
I gotta admit 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 malaise If I don't my own ground How can I my way out of this maze?
Deaf, and blind, you just keep on pretending everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing 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 full of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the Who was what to do by the man? Who was broken by trained Who was with collar and chain? Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was down in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was down by the stone?