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 telling only lies But my dreams, they aren’t as empty, As my conscience …

Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton, I must have played 'em all But I ain't seen anything like him in any amusement hall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid... sure plays a mean pinball …