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 to pick out the easy meat your eyes closed Then 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 for style Like the club tie and the handshake A certain look in the eye, an easy You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So that when they turn backs on you You'll get the chance to put the 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 Hide your in the sand another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
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 it's too to lose the weight You used to need to throw So have a good drown as you go all alone Dragged down by the
I gotta admit I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used Gotta awake gotta try and shake off This malaise If I don't stand my own How can I find my way out of this
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on That everyone's and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing to do Would be to 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 told what to do by the Who was by trained personnel? Who was with collar and chain? Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking from the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was ground in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was dragged down by the