You got to be crazy, you have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and you're on the streets You gotta be able to out the easy meat With 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 points for the club tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, an smile You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So when they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your You know going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end pack up, fly down south your head in the sand Just another sad old man, all and dying of cancer
And when you lose you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too to lose the weight You to need to throw around So have a good drown as you go down all down by the stone
I gotta admit I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being Gotta stay awake gotta try and 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 expendable and no one has a real And it to you the thing to do be to isolate the winner And done under the sun And you believe at heart, a killer
Who was born in a full of pain? Who was not to spit in the fan? Who was told what to do by the Who was broken by personnel? Who was fitted with collar and Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away from the Who was a stranger at home? Who was ground in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was down by the stone?