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.

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.



(cover of the original by The Who)