Gotta Be Crazy

You gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean

You gotta keep your kids and your car clean

you gotta keep climbing, you gotta keep fit

You gotta keep smiling, you gotta eat shit

You gotta be small to be a big shot

You gotta eat meat to stay at the top

You gotta be trusted, gotta tell lies

You gotta be able to narrow your eyes

You gotta believe the've gotta believe you

You gotta appear easy to see through

Gotta be sure you look good on T.V.

Gotta resemble a human being

You gotta one eye over your shoulder

Gonna get harder as you get older

Gotta fly south and hide in the sand

Gotta forget your gonna get cancer

And when you loose 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 too lose the weight you

used to need to throw around

So have a good drown as you go down alone

Dragged down the by the stone

Gotta be sure, you gotta be quick

Gotta divide the tame from the sick

Gotta keep some of us docile and fit

You gotta keep everyone burying this shit

I gotta admit to a lot of confusion

Pain in the head is the child of collusion

Gotta resist the creeping malaise

You gotta believe in the way you

out of the maze

But you, you just keep on pretending

You can tell a sucker from a friend

But you still raise the knife to

Stranger, lover, friend and foe alike

Who was born in a house full of pain

Who was sent out to play on his own

Who was raised on a diet of shame

Who was trained not to spit in the fan

Who was told what to by the man

Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with bridle and bit

Who was given a seat in the stand

Who was forcing his way to the rails

Who was offered a place on the board

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

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