Из альбома: In the Flesh
You gotta be crazy,
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
When you´re on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
And then moving in silently,
Down wind and out of sight
You 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 an easy smile
You have to be trusted
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turns 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
And harder, and harder
As you get older
And in the end you´ll pack up,
Fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone, dying of cancer
And when you lose 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.
I 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.
It seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
Everything´s done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone´s a killer.
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 broken with trained personnel?
Who was fitted with collar and chain?
Who was given a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away from the pack?
Who was only a stranger at home?
Who was ground down in the end?
Who was found dead on the phone?
Who was dragged down by the stone?