Вступление:
You
gotta have a real need
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
Then moving in silently
downwind
You gotta strike when the moment
Is right without thinking
And
after a while you can work
Like the
club tie and the firm handshake
А certain
look in the eye and an easy smile
You
have to be trusted by the people
So that
when they turn their backs on you
You´ll
get the chance to put the knife in
You´ve
gotta keep one eye
Looking
over your shoulder
You know it´s
gonna get harder,
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
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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
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 the maze
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
That
everyone´s expendable
And
noone 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
pat on
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
Who was dragged
down by the
stone