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