You got to be crazy, you gotta have a need You gotta sleep on your 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 moment is without thinking
And after a while, you can work on for style Like the club tie and the firm A certain look in the eye, an easy You have to be trusted by the people you lie to So that when turn their backs on you get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over shoulder You know it's going to get Harder, as you get older And in the end you'll pack up, fly down Hide your in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and to stone And it's too late to lose the You used to need to throw So a good drown as you go down all alone 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 try and shake off This malaise If I stand my own ground How can I my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on That expendable and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing to do Would be to isolate the And everything's done the sun And you at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of Who was trained not to spit in the Who was what to do by the man? Who was broken by personnel? Who was fitted with collar and Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking from the pack? Who was a stranger at home? Who was ground down in the Who was found on the phone? Who was dragged by the stone? Who was dragged by the stone?