You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real You gotta on your toes and when you're on the streets You be able to pick out the easy meat With eyes closed Then moving in silently, down 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 firm A certain look in the eye, an easy You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So that when they their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the in
You keep one eye looking over your shoulder You it's going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll pack up, fly down your head in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad slows and turns to stone And too late to lose the weight You to need to throw around So have a good as you go down all alone Dragged down by the
I admit that I'm a little bit confused it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake gotta try and off This creeping If I don't my own ground How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's 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 believe at heart, a killer
Who was born in a house of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the Who was told what to do by the Who was broken by personnel? Who was fitted with and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was breaking away from the Who was only a at home? Who was down in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was dragged by the stone? Who was dragged by the stone?