You got to be crazy, you gotta a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and you're on the streets You gotta be to pick out the easy meat With your closed Then in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for Like the tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, an smile You have to be trusted by the people 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 it's going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll up, fly down south your head in the sand Just 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 blood slows and to stone And it's too to lose the weight You used to need to around So have a drown as you go down all alone down by the stone
I admit that I'm a little bit confused it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake gotta try and off This malaise If I don't stand my own How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, and blind, you just keep on pretending everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend And it seems to you the to do Would be to the winner And everything's under the sun And you believe at heart, a killer
Who was born in a house of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the Who was told to do by the man? Who was broken by personnel? Who was with collar and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was breaking from the pack? Who was a stranger at home? Who was down in the end? Who was found on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was down by the stone?