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 or 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 And if I shiver, please give me your 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
Compositor: Peter Dennis Blandfor Townshend (Pete Townshend) (PRS)Editor: Fabulous Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2006 (11/Jul) e lançado em 2004 (30/Ago)ECAD verificado obra #14867 e fonograma #1078118 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM