Lyrics:

You Gotta Be Crazy, You Gotta Be Meanyou Gotta Keep Your Kids And Your Car Cleanyou Gotta Keep Climbing, You Gotta Keep Fityou Gotta Keep Smiling, You Gotta Eat S___you Gotta Be Small To Be A Big Shotyou Gotta Eat Meat To Stay At The Topyou Gotta Be Trusted, Gotta Tell Liesyou Gotta Be Able To Narrow Your Eyesyou Gotta Beleive They&ampapos;ve Gotta Beleive Youyou Gotta Appear Easy To See Throughgotta Be Sure You Look Good On The Tvgotta Resemble A Human Beingyou Gotta Keep One Eye Over Your Shouldergonna Get Harder As You Get Oldergotta Fly South And Hide In The Sandgotta Forget That You&ampapos;re Gonna Get Cancerand When You Loose Controlyou&ampapos;ll Reap The Harvest You Have Sownand As The Fear Growsthe Bad Blood Slows And Turns To Stoneand It&ampapos;s Too Late To Loose The Weightyou Used To Need To Throw Aroundso Have A Good Drownas You Go Downalonedragged Down By The Stonegotta Be Sure, You Gotta Be Quickgotta Divide The Tame From The Sickgotta Keep Some Of Us Docile And Fityou Gotta Keep Everyone Burying This S___you Gotta Get You Started Earlyprocessed By The Time You&ampapos;re Thirtywork Like F___ &ampapos;till You&ampapos;re Sixty Fiveand Then Your Time&ampapos;s Your Own Until You Diei Gotta Admit To A Lot Of Confusionpain In The Head Is The Child Of Collusiongotta Resist The Creeping Malaiseyou Gotta Beleive In The Way You Get Out Of The Mazebut You, You Just Keep On Pretendingyou Can Tell A Sucker From A Friendbut You Still Raise The Knife Tostranger, Lover, Friend And Foe Alikewho Was Born In A House Full Of Painwho Was Sent Out To Play On His Ownwho Was Raised On A Diet Of Shamewho Was Trained Not To Spit In The Fanwho Was Told What To Do By The Manwho Was Broken By Trained Personnelwho Was Fitted With Bridle And Bitwho Was Given A Seat In The Standwho Was Forcing His Way To The Railswho Was Offered A Place On The Boardwho Was Only A Stranger At Homewho Was Ground Down In The Endwho Was Found Dead On The Phonewho Was Dragged Down By The Stone