Dogs

You've got to be crazy gotta have a real need,
Gotta sleep on your toes when you're on the street,
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes close,
Then moving silently down wind and out of sight,
You've got to strike when the moment is right without thinking.

Then after awhile you can work on points for style,
Like the "Club-Tie" and the "Firm-Handshake",
The 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 gotta keep wanting looking over your shoulder,
You know it's gonna get harder,
Harder?!
Harder as you get older,
And in the end you'll pack up fly down South,
And hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man all alone dying of cancer.

And when you loose control,
You'll reap the harvest you have sown,
And as the fear grows the badluck slows and turns to stone.

And it's too late to loose the wieght,
You used to need to throw around,
So have a good drown as you go down all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I've 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 glaze,
If I don't stand my own ground,
How can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind tou 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 but you believe in your heart that 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 by trained personel...
Who was fitted with color and chains...
Who was given a pat on the back...
Who was breaking away from the pack...
Who was only a stranger at home...
Who was bowed down in the end...
Who was found dead on the floor...
Who was dragged down by the stone...

Who was dragged down by the stone.