Tekstovi: Pete Townshend. Scoop. 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
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 sad man
To be the bad man
Behind blue eyes.