You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the You gotta be to pick out the easy meat With eyes closed Then moving in silently, down wind and out of You gotta strike when the moment is right thinking
And after a while, you can work on for style Like the club tie and the firm A look in the eye, an easy smile You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So that when they their backs on you get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your 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 another sad old man, all and dying of cancer
And when you lose control you'll the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood and turns to stone And too late to lose the weight You to need to throw around So have a drown as you go down all alone Dragged down by the
I gotta that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being Gotta stay gotta try and shake off creeping malaise If I don't stand my own How can I find my way out of maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a real 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 full of pain? Who was trained not to in the fan? Who was what to do by the man? Who was by trained personnel? Who was with collar and chain? Who was a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was ground in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was dragged down by the Who was dragged down by the