You

got-

ta

be

cra-

zy,

you

got-

ta

have

a

re-

al

ne-

ed

Got-

ta

sleep

on

your

toes,

and

when

you're

on

the

street

You

got-

ta

be

a-

ble

to

pick

out

the

easy

meat

with

your

e-

yes

closed

Then

mov-

ing

in

si-

lent-

ly,

down

wind

and

out

of

sight

You

got-

ta

strike

when

the

mo-

ment

is

right

with-

out

think-

ing

And

af-

ter

a

while,

you

can

work

on

points

for

style

Like

the

club

tie,

and

the

firm

hand-

shake

A

cer-

tain

look

in

the

eye

(and) an

ea-

sy

smile

You

have

to

be

trust-

ed

by

the

peo-

ple

that

you

lie

to

So

that

when

they

turn

their

backs

on

you,

You'll

get

the

chance

to

put

the

knife

in

You

got-

ta

keep

one

eye

look-

ing

o-

ver

your

shoul-

der

You

know

it's

going

to

get

hard-

er,

(and) hard-

er,

(and) hard-

er

as

you

get

old-

er

Yeah,

And

in

the

end

you'll

pack

up

and

fly

down

south

Hide

your

head

in

the

sand,

Just

a-

nother

sad

old

man

All

a-

lone

(and) dy-

ing

of

can-

cer...

And

when

you

loose

con-

trol,

you'll

reap

the

har-

vest

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

a-

ro

und

So

have

a

good

drown,

as

you

go

down,

all

a-

lone

Dragged

down

by

(the) stone

Got-

ta

ad-

mit

that

I'm

a

lit-

tle

bit

con-

fu-

sed

Some-

times

it

seems

to

me

as

if

I'm

just

be-

ing

us-

ed

Got-

ta

stay

a-

wake,

got-

ta

try

and

shake

off

this

creep-

ing

ma-

lai-

se

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

pre-

tend-

ing

That

e-

ver-

yone's

ex-

pen-

da-

ble

and

no

one

has

a

real

friend

And

it

seems

to

you

the

thing

to

do

would

be

to

i-

so-

late

the

win-

ner

E-

very-

thing's

done

un-

der

the

sun

And

you

be-

lieve

at

heart,

e-

very-

one's

a

kill-

er

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

bro-

ken

by

trained

per-

son-

nel

Who

was

fitt-

ed

with

collar

and

chain

Who

was

gi-

ven

a

pat

on

the

back

Who

was

break-

ing

a-

way

from

the

pack

Who

was

on-

ly

a

stran-

ger

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