You got to be crazy, you have a real need You sleep on your toes and when you're on the streets You gotta be able to pick out the easy With your closed Then moving in silently, down and out of sight You gotta strike when the is right without thinking
And after a while, you can on points for style Like the club tie and the firm A certain look in the eye, an smile You to be trusted by the people that you lie to So when they turn their backs on you You'll get the to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your You it's going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll pack up, fly south your head in the sand Just another sad old man, all alone and of cancer
And when you control you'll reap 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 good drown as you go 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 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, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a real And it seems to you the to do be to isolate the winner And everything's under the sun And you believe at heart, everyone's a
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 collar and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was breaking away from the Who was only a stranger at Who was ground down in the Who was found dead on the Who was dragged down by the Who was down by the stone?