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 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have  real need
 You  sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
 You gotta be  to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
 And then moving in silently, down  and out of sight
  gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
  after a while, you can work on points for style
 Like the club tie, and the  handshake
 A certain look in the  and an easy smile
 You have to be  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 know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you  older
 And in the end  pack up, fly down south
 Hide your  in the sand
 Just another  old man
 All  and dying of cancer.
 And when you loose control, you'll reap  harvest you have sown
 And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to 
  it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
  have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
 Dragged down by  stone.
 I gotta admit that  a little bit confused
 Sometimes it  to me as if I'm just being used
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this  malaise
  I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb, and  you just keep on pretending
 That everyone's  and no-one has a real friend
 And  seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
 And everythings done under the 
 And  believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
 Who was  in a house full of pain
 Who was trained not to  in the fan
 Who was told what to do by the 
 Who was broken by trained 
 Who  fitted with collar and chain
 Who was given a  on the back
 Who was breaking  from the pack
 Who was only  stranger at home
 Who was  down in the end
 Who was found dead on the 
 Who was dragged  by the stone.