[Verse 1]
You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You've got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind 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 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've lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
[Guitar Solo 1]
[Verse 2]
You've 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
[Interlude 1]
You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You've got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind 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 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've lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
[Guitar Solo 1]
[Verse 2]
You've 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
[Interlude 1]
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