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You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real needYou gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the streetYou gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closedAnd then moving in silently, down wind and out of sightYou gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for styleLike the club tie, and the firm handshakeA certain look in the eye and an easy smileYou have to be trusted by the people that you lie toSo 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 shoulderYou know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get olderAnd in the end you'll pack up and fly down southHide your head in the sand,Just another sad old manAll alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sownAnd as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stoneAnd it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw aroundSo have a good drown, as you go down, all aloneDragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confusedSometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being usedGotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaiseIf 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 pretendingThat everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friendAnd it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winnerAnd everything's done under the sunAnd you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of painWho was trained not to spit in the fanWho was told what to do by the manWho was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chainWho was given a pat on the backWho was breaking away from the packWho was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the endWho was found dead on the phoneWho was dragged down by the stone