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
3 comments:
anon15sblah: this is what i call, a tunnel song.....
Anon15sblah:'End of the line' by The Traveling Wilburys!!
i get this song NOW...vengeance..yes....nevr expected that..not from you...again...yes...people change!!!..iam a real idiot but.. i have a different take...wait up for my post....thats the problem with your bobs and dylans you see...all they do is descibe a situation and thats the end of it..they will never break their heads for a solution!!.Giving their unwanted take ,thats nothing but an extension of their fear....and cushioning escapism...in the name of 'blowing in thw wind'.May be....you should give Hermann hesse a try...you have it in you...believe me..Try reading ...once .Even iam not into books,,i told you that.
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