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 your eyes Then moving in silently, down wind and out of You gotta when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on for style Like the club tie and the firm A certain look in the eye, an smile You have to be trusted by the people you lie to So when they turn their backs on you get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta one eye looking over your shoulder You know going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll up, fly down south Hide your head in the Just another sad old man, all alone and of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the You used to need to around So have a good drown as you go down all Dragged down by the
I gotta admit that I'm a bit confused it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake gotta try and off This creeping If I stand my own ground 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 friend And it to you the thing to do Would be to the winner And everything's under the sun And you believe at heart, everyone's a
Who was in a house full of pain? Who was trained not to in the fan? Who was told to do by the man? Who was by trained personnel? Who was with collar and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was breaking from the pack? Who was only a at home? Who was down in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was down by the stone? Who was dragged by the stone?