You Got To Be Crazy You Gotta Have A
Real Need You Gotta Sleep On Your Toes And
When You′re On The Street You Got To Be
Able To Pick Out The Easy Meat With Your
Eyes Closed And Then Moving In Silently Down Wind
And Out Of Sight You Got To 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 Harder, Harder As You Get Older Yeah,
And In The End You'll Pack Up And Fly
Down South Hide Your Head In The Sand Just
Another Sad Old Man All Alone And Dying Of
Cancer And When You Lose 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 Lose 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 Got To 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 Everything′s
Done Under The Sun But 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? Who
Was Dragged Down By The Stone?