You gotta be crazy
you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You gotta be able
to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently
down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike
when the moment is right
without thinking
And after a while
you can work on points
for style
Like the club tie
and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye
and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by
the people that you lie to
So that when they turn
their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put
the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
looking over your shoulder
You know it's going
to get harder and harder
and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up
fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control
you'll reap the harvest
you have sown
And as the fear grows
the bad blood slows
and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose
the weight you used
to need to throw around
So have a good drown
as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone
I gotta admit that
I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as
if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake
gotta try and shake off
this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
how can I find my way
out of this maze
Deaf dumb and blind
you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing
to do would be
to isolate the winner
And everythings done
under the sun
And you believe at heart
everyone's a killer
Who was born in
a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit
in the fan
Who was told what to do
by the man
Who was broken by
trained personnel
Who was fitted
with collar and chain
Who was given a pat
on the back
Who was breaking away
from the pack
Who was only a stranger
at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found
dead on the phone
Who was dragged
down by the stone
