[Originally recorded by The Who at Pye Studios, London in October 1966] Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above
You got this habit you just can't shake There's not much more your body can take So you jab that needle in your vein Another load of dirt for your brain
You're the filthy creature Crouched in the shadows Of a street light Hunched over your catch Shit, she's barely alive Blood dried up and caked in her
[no lyrics published in the booklet]
On doorsteps and in alleyways I see these fools passed out At any time of the day Crashed out in a bed of piss Empty bottle cradled in their arms. So
A heavy rain is pouring down Upon the mourners gathered at your grave Heads bowed in deadly silence As the priest recites your eulogy Pounding nails
In 1989 in New York city alone 140 youths under the age of 18 Were gunned down Gunned down Bullet ridden bodies The streets are the new battle fields
You say you're living an empty life Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away In this
Alive among the lifeless How many of us still survive? Stranded in this hell Cursed by the walking dead There's not much time left now The sun has already
Voices, do you, do you Ever hear voices? Do you ever hear voices From the dark recesses of your mind? Voices, do you, do you Ever hear voices? Do you
[lyrics aren't not published in the booklet]
When I was a child I spent hours in the back of a Dark Greyhound bus. When I was a child I heard ma father curse the witch The neighborhood punchboard
Standing on a corner In the middle of the night His schizophrenic face Shrouded in the smoke Rising from the sewers Beneath the streets Cracked lips surrouded
[Instrumental]
(Jerry Butler, William Butler) I stand accused Of lovin' you too much And I hope, I hope it's not a crime 'Cause if it is, I'm guilty Of lovin' you,
've done And we don't even care anymore All I know is I believe that you and me Forever Will stand accused of love Will stand accused of love Will stand accused
made Part of me wants me to take the blame If you decide who can win or lose No more living in this house of accused Oh oh oh living in the house of accused
