No one knows what it's like

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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 bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

Is this supposed to be some form of a metaphor?

I can relate to this song. Great classic.

"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 "

100% Accurate. Vengeance is the only hope I have if I continue to live. It is the only thing that can give me some good feelings/peace of mind. My dreams are beautiful and quite simple in comparison to many(maybe even most)people's in western countries yet for me they are unatainable. A large part of me only wants to hurt people (those that have hurt me and those that display all of the sings that I wasn't aware of before in others that hurt me). Chaos will RULE the West; society has been dependant on "nice" people to put up and shut up and just continue on...that is going to end and hopefully soon.

I'll write you a rap song:

I am the bad man with a bad plan./
I ignored my tasks and got ran right past, man./
Rather fast I dashed, but bodies clashed./
No one knows how it is to be a sociopath./
Swaths of crass lines, I was chastised./
Lacked eyes, even when I'd craft lies./
Vengeance was a hot bowl of soup./
Repentance was served without loot./
I'd like to say I know a thing or two./
but at the end of the day, what I say/
won't even affect anything./
What's the point of change,/
when you still end up sitting in the rain?/
My pain pangs to be slain./
I'm just a bad man, with a bad plan./
Just a bad man. Choked by god's hands./
Damn./

Sweet Pea hugs

I felt that way a few times in my life.

Just for you. This is from a regular gig I do at a local coffee shop every Wednesday night. Last week was the first time for this gig. Last night was the second, and it will be going on weekly for the immediate future now. I actually played this Who song last week too, the night before this thread started, but last week's recording wasn't as good as last night's.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_cHJbmvX1w[/youtube]