You got to be crazy, you gotta a real need You gotta sleep on toes and when you're on the streets You be able to pick out the easy meat With eyes closed Then moving in silently, down and out of sight You gotta strike the moment is right without thinking
And a while, you can work on points for style the club tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, an easy You have to be trusted by the that you lie to So that when they their backs on you You'll get the to put the knife in
You keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know it's 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 dying of
And when you lose you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and to stone And it's too late to the weight You used to need to throw So a good drown as you go down all alone down by the stone
I gotta admit I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just used Gotta stay gotta try and shake off This creeping If I don't my own ground How can I find my way out of this
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just on pretending That expendable and no one has a real friend And it to you the thing 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 full of pain? Who was not to spit in the fan? Who was told 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 in the end? Who was found dead on the Who was dragged down by the Who was down by the stone?