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You've Got To Be Crazy Lyrics - Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

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 

 

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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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