Dogs - Pink Floyd

Creo que hoy me comporté un tanto perro, poco constructivo, directamente agresivo, fueron instantes, pero puedo oler a quien me teme, puedo destazar con calma y frialdad a quien me jode, jodió, podría joder... en fin.
Será un atributo para estar orgulloso? Es dudosamente admirable la capacidad de tomar venganza con tanta frialdad y sin remordimientos, con frases que ni pensadas serían tan crueles, y no me siento mal, es más, creo que hice justicia, de una forma ruda, pero equilibrada.
Tengo algunas cuentas más que ajustar, especialmente las tuyas Negrita, de los que te te arrancaron alguna lágrima. No las olvido y las iré cobrando poco a poco, sin que por ello te vaya a molestar, pero será en tu nombre y para tí.
Y eso me incluye a mi por supuesto.

You got to be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
When you're on the street
Got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You've gotta strike when the moment is right
without thinking

And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and the easy smile
You have 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

You gotta keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up
and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of 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 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

Gotta admit
That I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me
As if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake
Gotta try and shake off
This creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind
You just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
And no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart
everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
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 collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
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
Who was dragged down by the stone