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