You gotta be crazy, 
You gotta have a real need 
You gotta sleep on your toes, 
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 
certain look in the eye, 
And an easy smile 
You have to be [bad word] 
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, dying of cancer. 

And when you lose 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 around 
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 maze? 

Deaf, dumb, and blind, 
You just keep on pretending 
That everyone's expendable, 
And no one has a real friend. 
It seems to you the thing to do 
Would be to isolate the winner 
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 [bad word] 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.