Pink Floyd - Dogs Lyrics
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real needYou gotta sleep on your toes, and when youre on the streetYou gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closedAnd then moving in silently, down wind and out of sightYou gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.And after a while, you can work on points for styleLike the club tie, and the firm handshakeA certain look in the eye, and an easy smileYou have to be trusted by the people that you lie toSo that when they turn their backs on youYoull get the chance to put the knife in.You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulderYou know its going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get olderAnd in the end youll pack, fly down southHide your head in the sandJust another sad old manAll alone and dying of cancer.And when you loose control, youll reap the harvest that youve sownAnd as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stoneAnd its too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw aroundSo have a good drown, as you go down aloneDragged down by the stone.I gotta admit that Im a little bit confusedSometimes it seems to me as if Im just being usedGotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaiseIf I dont stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretendingThat everyones expendable and no-one had a real friendAnd it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winnerAnd you believe at heart, everyones a killer.Who 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 seat in the standWho 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.
