You got to be crazy, you have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and when on the streets You gotta be able to out the easy meat With eyes closed Then moving in silently, wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the is right without thinking
And a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie and the handshake A certain look in the eye, an easy You to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the in
You gotta keep one eye looking your shoulder You know it's going to get Harder, as you get older And in the end you'll pack up, fly south Hide your in the sand Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you control you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the You to need to throw around So a good drown as you go down all alone Dragged down by the
I admit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay 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 on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a friend And it seems to you the to do be to isolate the winner And everything's under the sun And you believe at heart, a killer
Who was born in a house full of Who was not to spit in the fan? Who was what to do by the man? Who was broken by personnel? Who was fitted with and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was away from the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was ground in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was dragged by the stone? Who was dragged down by the