Dogs
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You've got to be crazy
You've got to have a real need
You've got to 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
Then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight
You've got to strike when the moment is right
Without thinking
Then after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the glove 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 turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You've got to keep one eye
Lookin' over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder
And harder
And harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up
Fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancerAnd 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