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 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real 
 You gotta sleep on your toes, and  you're on the street
 You gotta be able to  out the easy meat with your eyes closed
 And then moving in  down wind and out of sight
 You gotta strike when the moment is right  thinking.
 And after a  you can work on points for style
 Like the club tie,  the firm handshake
 A certain look in the eye, and an  smile
 You have to  trusted by the people that you lie to
 So that when they turn their backs  you
 You'll get the  to put the knife in.
  gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
 You know it's  to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
 And in the end  pack up, fly down south
 Hide your head in the 
 Just another  old man
 All alone  dying of cancer.
 And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have 
 And as the fear grows, the  blood slows and turns to stone
  it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
 So have a good drown, as you go  all alone
 Dragged down by the 
 I gotta admit  I'm a little bit confused
 Sometimes it seems  me as if I'm just being used
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake  this creeping malaise
 If I don't stand my own ground,  can I find my way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb,  blind, you just keep on pretending
 That everyone's expendable and no-one  a real friend
 And it seems to you the thing to do would be  isolate the winner
 And everythings done under the 
 And  believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
 Who was born in a  full of pain
 Who was trained not to  in the fan
  was told what to do by the man
  was broken by trained personnel
 Who  fitted with collar and chain
 Who was given a  on the back
  was breaking away from the pack
 Who was only a stranger  home
 Who was ground down in the 
 Who was found  on the phone
 Who was dragged down by  stone.