You got to be crazy, you gotta have a need You gotta on your toes and when you're on the streets You gotta be to pick out the easy meat With eyes closed Then in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without
And a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie and the handshake A certain look in the eye, an smile You have to be by the people that you lie to So that they turn their backs on you get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over shoulder You know going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll pack up, fly down Hide head in the sand another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad slows and turns to stone And too late to lose the weight You used to to throw around So have a good drown as you go all alone down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used stay awake gotta try and shake off This malaise If I don't my own ground How can I my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on That everyone's expendable and no one has a real And it to you the thing to do Would be to the winner And everything's under the sun And you at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was in a house full of pain? Who was trained not to in the fan? Who was told what to do by the Who was by trained personnel? Who was fitted with and chain? Who was a pat on the back?
Who was away from the pack? Who was a stranger at home? Who was down in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was dragged by the stone? Who was dragged down by the