No one knows what its like. To be the bad man. To be the sad man. Behind blue eyes. No one knows what its like. To be hated. To be fated. To telling only lies. But my dreams. They arent as empty. As my conscience seems to be. I have hours only lonely. My love is vengeance. Thats never free. No one knows what its 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 arent as empty. As my conscience seems to be. I have hours only lonely. My love is vengeance. Thats 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 its like. To be the bad man. To be the sad man. Behind blue eyes