We’ll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit...
Category - The Who
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...
Out here in the fields I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don’t need to fight To prove I’m right I don’t need to...
