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 faded to telling only lies … But my dreams 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 the 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 … Mmm mmm … When my fist clinches 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 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. Lyrics by the fabulous Roger Daltrey and the Who.
Frankie The Earthman 