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, 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 off 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 has a real friend
  And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
  And everythings 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 pat on the back
  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.