You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta 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 lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to harder, and harder and harder as
you get older.
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.
And 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, alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I 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 malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground,
How can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner.
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, 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 personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

Dogs of War and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One World, it's a battleground
   One World, and we will smash it down
     One World... One World

Invisible transfers, log distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One World, it's a battleground
   One World, and they smash it down
      One World... One World

The Dogs of War don't negotiate
The Dogs of War won't capitulate
They will take and you will give.
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before.
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One World, it's a battleground
   One World are we going to smash it down?
      One World...One World

Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you Babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how I need You
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away
Ooooh Babe
Why are you running away?
Ooooh Babe!

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