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 You gotta be crazy,  gotta have a real need
 You gotta sleep on your  and when you're on the street
 You gotta be able  pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
 And then moving in silently, down wind and out  sight
 You  strike when the moment is right without thinking.
 And after a while, you can work  points for style
 Like the club tie,  the firm handshake
 A certain  in the eye, and an easy smile
 You have  be trusted by the people that you lie to
 So that when they turn their backs on 
 You'll get the  to put the knife in.
 You gotta keep  eye looking over your shoulder
 You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder  you get older
 And in the  you'll pack up, fly down south
 Hide  head in the sand
 Just  sad old man
 All alone and dying of 
 And when you loose control, you'll reap  harvest you have sown
 And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and  to stone
 And it's too late to loose  weight you used to need to throw around
 So  a good drown, as you go down, all alone
 Dragged down  the stone.
 I gotta admit that I'm a  bit confused
 Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being 
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake  this creeping malaise
 If I don't stand my own  how can I find my way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb,  blind, you just keep on pretending
 That everyone's expendable and  has a real friend
 And it seems to  the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
 And everythings done under  sun
 And you believe  heart, everyone's a killer.
 Who was  in a house full of pain
 Who was trained not to spit in the 
 Who was told  to do by the man
 Who  broken by trained personnel
 Who was fitted with collar and 
 Who was given a  on the back
 Who was breaking  from the pack
 Who was only a  at home
 Who was ground down in the 
 Who was found dead  the phone
 Who was dragged down by  stone.