Dogs - Pink Floyd
You've got to be crazy
Gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes and
when you're on the street
you've got to be able to
pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
Then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight
You've got to strike when the moment is right, without thinking.
. . .
Youve got 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.
. . .
And in the in you'll pack up,
fly down south,
hide your head in the sand.
Just another sad old man,
all alone and dying of cancer.