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