Behind Blue Eyes
Nobody knows what its like,
to be the bad man,
to be the sad man –
behind blue eyes.
Nobody knows what its 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….
Nobody knows what's it like,
to feel these feelings,
like I do –
and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard,
on their anger,
none of their 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….
If my fist clenches, crack it open,
before I use it and lose my cool.
If I smile, tell me some bad news,
before I laugh and act like a fool.
And If I swallow anything evil,
stick your fingers down my throat.
If I shiver, please give me a blanket,
keep me warm, let me wear your coat.
Nobody knows what its like,
to be the bad man,
to be the sad man –
behind blue eyes.
The Who