Dogs lyrics

Artist  : Pink Floyd 
Song : Dogs



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 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 get harder, and harder,
and harder as you get older
And in the end you’ll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you’ll reap the
harvest that you’ve sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and
turns to stone
And it’s too late to loose 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 of 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 had a real
friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to
isolate the winner
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.