Thank you. You've got to be crazy You've got to have a real need You've got to sleep on your toes When you're on the street You've got to be able To pick out the easy meat When your eye is closed Then moving in silently Downwind and out of sight You've got to strike When the moment is right Without thinking And after a while You can work on points for style Like a club tie And a firm handshake A sudden look in the eye And an 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've got to keep water Looking over your shoulder It's going to get harder, harder, harder As you get older And in the end you pack up, fly down south And hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer And when you lose control You 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 down So have a good trip As you go down all alone Dragged down by the storm All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer All alone, dying of cancer Better admit That I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me As if I am just being used But I still ain't gonna try and shake off This creeping blaze If I don't stand my own ground How can I find my way out of this maze? Stacked on the fly You just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable And no one has a real friend But it seems to you the thing to do Would be to isolate the winner Everything's turned under the sun And you'll believe a card every once again Everything's turned under the sun And you'll believe a card every once again Everything's turned under the sun And you'll believe a card every once again Everything's turned under the sun And you'll believe a card every once again Everything's turned under the sun And you'll believe a card every once again Who was born in a house full of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the fan? Who was taught what to do by the man? Who was broken by trained personnel? Who was fitted with colour and chain? Who was given eyes on the back? Who was breaking away from the pack? Who was only a stranger at heart? Who was ground down in the end? Who was found dead on the farm? Who was dragged down by the storm? Who was dragged down by the storm? Who was dragged down by the storm?