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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, and harder as you
    get older.
    And in the end you'll pack up
    and 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 you have sown.
    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
    And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
    So have a good drown, as you go down,
    all 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
    off this creeping malaise.
    If I don't stand my own ground,
    How can I find my way out of this

    Deaf, dumb, and blind,
    you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable and
    no-one has a real friend.
    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And everything's done under the sun,
    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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