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        You gotta be crazy,
    you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes,
    And when you're on the street
    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
    With your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently
    Down wind and out of sight
    You gotta strike When the moment is right without thinking.
    And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
    A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
    So that when they turn their backs on you
    You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
    You know it's going to get harder, and harder, harder As you get older
    And in the end you'll pack, fly down south
    Hide your head in the sand
    Just another sad old man
    All alone and dying of cancer.
    And when you loose control,
    You'll reap the harvest that you've sown
    And as the fear grows,
    The bad blood slows and turns to stone
    And it's too late to loose the weight
    You used to need to throw around
    So have a good drown, as you go down alone
    Dragged down by the stone.
    I gotta admit that I?m a little bit confused
    Sometimes it seems to 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,
    How can I find my way out of this maze?
    Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable
    And no one had a real friend
    And it seems to you The thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
    Who was born in a house full of pain?
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan?
    Who was told what to do by the man?
    Who was broken by trained personnel?
    Who was fitted with collar and chain?
    Who was given a seat in the stand?
    Who was breaking away from the pack?
    Who was only a stranger at home?
    Who was ground down in the end?
    Who was found dead on the phone?
    Who was dragged down by the stone?
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