No one knows what it's like to be thebad man sad man behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like to be hated, to befated to telling only lies. But my dreams, they aren'tas 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 When my fist clenches crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile tell me some bad news And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat 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