You got to be crazy
Gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
And when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
And then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for 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
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder and harder
and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack, 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
You'll reap the harvest that you've sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down alone
Dragged down by the stone

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try
And shake of this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
And no-one had a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart
Everyone's 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 the 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