You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You got to 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 gonna get harder, harder, harder, as you get older Yeah, 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 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 (Stone, stone, stone, ...) Got to 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 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 the back Who was breaking away from the pack (Breaking away from the pack) Who was only a stranger at home (Only a stranger at home) Who was ground down in the end (Ground down in the end) Who was found dead on the phone (Found dead on the phone) Who was dragged down by the stone Who was dragged down by the stone
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You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You got to 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 gonna get harder, harder, harder, as you get older
Yeah, 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 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
(Stone, stone, stone, ...)
Got to 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 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 the back
Who was breaking away from the pack (Breaking away from the pack)
Who was only a stranger at home (Only a stranger at home)
Who was ground down in the end (Ground down in the end)
Who was found dead on the phone (Found dead on the phone)
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone
SINGING MY ASS OFF HERE!!!!!!!
Hell yeah! ❤️
Epic 🎉
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