Dogs
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
\r\nYou gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
\r\nYou gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
\r\nAnd then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
\r\nYou gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
\r\nAnd after a while, you can work on points for style
\r\nLike the club tie, and the firm handshake
\r\nA certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
\r\nYou have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
\r\nSo that when they turn their backs on you
\r\nYou'll get the chance to put the knife in.
\r\nYou gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
\r\nYou know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
\r\nAnd in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
\r\nHide your head in the sand
\r\nJust another sad old man
\r\nAll alone and dying of cancer.
\r\nAnd when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
\r\nAnd as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
\r\nAnd it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
\r\nSo have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
\r\nDragged down by the stone.
\r\nI gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
\r\nSometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
\r\nGotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
\r\nIf I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
\r\nDeaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
\r\nThat everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
\r\nAnd it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
\r\nAnd everythings done under the sun
\r\nAnd you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
\r\nWho was born in a house full of pain
\r\nWho was trained not to spit in the fan
\r\nWho was told what to do by the man
\r\nWho was broken by trained personnel
\r\nWho was fitted with collar and chain
\r\nWho was given a pat on the back
\r\nWho was breaking away from the pack
\r\nWho was only a stranger at home
\r\nWho was ground down in the end
\r\nWho was found dead on the phone
\r\nWho was dragged down by the stone.
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