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    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 beleive they've gotta beleive you
    You gotta appear easy to see through
    Gotta be sure you look good on the TV
    Gotta resemble a human being

    You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder
    Gonna get harder as you get older
    Gotta fly south and hide in the sand
    Gotta forget that you're 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 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

    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

    You gotta get you started early
    Processed by the time you're thirty
    Work like fuck 'till you're sixty five
    And then your time's your own until you die

    I gotta admit to a lot of confusion
    Pain in the head is the child of collusion
    Gotta resist the creeping malaise
    You gotta beleive in the way you get 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 do 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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