Gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean
Gotta keep your shoes and you car clean
Gotta keep smiling, you gotta keep fit
You gotta keep drinking, you gotta eat shit

You gotta be small to be a big shot
Gotta eat meat to stay at the top
You gotta be trusted, you gotta tell lies
Gotta be able to narrow your eyes

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

You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder
Gotta 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 lose 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 lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone

You gotta be sure, you gotta be quick
Gotta divide the tame from the sick
Gotta keep all of us docile and fit
You gotta keep everyone buying this shit

They gotta get you started early
Possessed by the time you're thirty
You work like fuck till you're sixty-five
Then your time's your own until you die

Gotta admit to a lot of confusion
Pain in the head is the child of collusion
Gotta resist this creeping malaise
Gotta believe in the way you get out of the maze

But you just keep on pretending
You can tell a sucker from a friend
But you 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