BEHIND BLUE EYES
No one knows what it's like,
To be the bad man,
To be the sad man,
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated,
To telling only lies.
But my dreams, they aren't as empty,
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that's never free.
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings,
Like I do,
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
on their anger
None of my pain and woe,
Can show through.
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free.
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool.
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man...
Behind blue eyes.
~ sung by The Who
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