Lyrics:

You got to be crazy You gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes When you're on the street 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've 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 A certain look in the eye and the 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 going to get harder Harder and harder As you get older Yeah, 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 And when you loose 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 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 -acap