You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes and when youґre on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while you can work on points of style
Like the club tie and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
Youґll get the chance to put the knife in
Youґve gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know itґs gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
And in the end youґll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control youґll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And itґs too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit that Iґm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if Iґm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I donґt stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
That everyoneґs expendable and noone has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everythingґs done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyoneґs a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone
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