You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you?re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight
You gotta 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 and harder and harder as you get older
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  aha

And when you lose control, you?ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood shows 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, alone.
Dragged down by the stone

I gotta 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 of this creeping malaise
If I don?t stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you keep on pretending
That everyone?s expendable and no one has a real friend
And it seems top you the thing  to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything?s dome under the dun
And you believe at heart, that 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 braking 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