Dm9 Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7

Dm9
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need

Bb
Gotta sleep on your toes and when youґre on the street

Am9(sus4)
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight

Bb7
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

Dm9
And after a while you can work on points of style

Bb
Like the club tie and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye and an easy smile

Am9(sus4)
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to

Bb7
So that when they turn their backs on you

Youґll get the chance to put the knife in

Dm9 Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7
[Guitar solo]

Dm9
Youґve gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

Bb
You know itґs gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older

Am9(sus4)
And in the end youґll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand

Bb7 Dm9
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer


Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7 Dm

C Dm C Dm Bb F Eb F Eb Dm Dm9 C7 Dm A F Em
[Half tempo]

Dm C Dm C ... Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
[Guitar solo ad lib]

Dm C Dm C Dm C Bb C Bb C Dm A F Em


Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C
And when you lose control youґll reap the harvest you have sown

Dm C Dm C Dm Bb A
And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and turns to stone

Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
And itґs too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around

C Bb C Bb C Dm A
So have a good drown as you go down all alone

F A Dm
Dragged down by the stone


Bb7
[Tempo I]

Dm9
Gotta admit that Iґm a little bit confused

Bb
Sometimes it seems to me as if Iґm just being used

Am9(sus4)
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise

Bb7
If I donґt stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze

Dm9
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending

Bb
That everyoneґs expendable and noone has a real friend

Am9(sus4)
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

Bb7
And everythingґs done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyoneґs a killer

Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm Bb F E F E Dm
[Half tempo]

F C Dm
Who was born in a house full of pain

C F C Dm
Who was trained not to spit in the fan

C F C Dm7
Who was told what to do by the man

C F C Dm
Who was broken by trained personnel

C F C Dm7
Who was fitted with collar and chain

C F C Dm
Who was given a pat on back

C F C Dm
Who was breaking away from the pack

C F C Dm
Who was only a stranger at home

C F C Dm
Who was ground down in the end

C F C Dm
Who was found dead on the phone

C F C Bb A
Who was dragged down by the stone

F A7 Dm9
Who was dragged down by the stone

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