You got to be crazy, you gotta a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the You gotta be able to pick out the easy With your closed Then moving in silently, down and out of sight You gotta strike the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for the club tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, an smile You to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that they turn their backs on you You'll get the to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over shoulder You it's going to get harder Harder, harder as you get And in the end you'll pack up, fly down Hide head in the sand another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control you'll reap the harvest you sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood and turns to stone And it's too late to the weight You used to need to throw So have a good as you go down all alone down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm being used Gotta stay awake try and shake 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 real And it seems to you the to do be to isolate the winner And done under the sun And you at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house of pain? Who was not to spit in the fan? Who was what to do by the man? Who was by trained personnel? Who was fitted with and chain? Who was given a pat on the
Who was breaking away from the Who was a stranger at home? Who was down in the end? Who was dead on the phone? Who was dragged by the stone? Who was down by the stone?