Dogs - Pink Floyd

You got to be crazyYou gotta have a real needYou gotta sleep on your toesAnd when you're on the streetYou got to be able to pick out the easy meatWith your eyes closedThen moving in silentlyDown wind and out of sightYou gotta strike when the moment is right without thinkingAnd after a whileYou can work on points for styleLike the club tieAnd the firm handshakeA certain look in the eye and an easy smileYou have to be trustedBy the people that you lie toSo that when they turn their backs on youYou'll get the chance to put the knife inYou gotta keep one eyeLooking over your shoulderYou know, it's going to get harderHarder and harderAs you get olderAnd in the end you'll pack up and fly down southHide your head in the sandJust another sad old manAll alone and dying of cancerAnd when you loose controlYou'll reap the harvest you have sownAnd as the fear growsThe bad blood slows and turns to stoneAnd it's too late to lose the weightYou used to need to throw aroundSo have a good drownAs you go downAll aloneDragged down by the stoneGotta admint thatI'm a little bit confusedSometimes it seems to meAs if I'm just being usedGotta stay awakeGotta try and shake offThis creeping malaiseIf I don't stand my own groundHow can I find my way out of this maze?Deaf, dumb, and blindYou just keep on pretendingThat everyone's expendableAnd no one has a real friendAnd it seems to you the thing to doWould be to isolate the winnerAnd everything's done under the sunAnd you believe at heart everyone's a killerWho was born in a house full of painWho was trained not to spit in the fanWho was told what to do by the manWho was broken by trained personnelWho was fitted with collar and chainWho was given a pat on the backWho was breaking away from the packWho was only a stranger at homeWho was ground down in the endWho was found dead on the phoneWho was dragged down by the stone